In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.
STEPHANIE BRIARAnxiety is living with an apple on your head and you imagine that everyone you know stands watching with a bow to shoot an arrow at it.
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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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I am strong. My heart still hopes. My mind still dreams. My soul still craves pouring energy into everything that I love.
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I pressed the dress to my nose, and found what was left of your ghost. It was then that I remembered how to cry.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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Let yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.
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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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As if flesh and skin and hands are any match for bullets. As if bones won’t crack in hails of powder and lead. As if rivers of blood are not the direct result of trigger fingers that bend but do not break on “bad days”.
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To the oppressed with no seat on the table; dreaming of change and better days, I will pull up a chair, and light fires in your name.
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Our memories lurch to a reluctant halt in their funeral march, so I can pour salt over them one last time.
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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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You could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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Emotion = Energy in motion.
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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We usually seek the divine in the sky, But religion is best found on the ground. Nature is our true creator.
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Some days, my mind will still be in prison, but I will live in spite of it. I unlearn how to swim; I trade my gills for lungs and wings.
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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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