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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.

Stephanie Briar

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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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Love Myself Relationship Yourself
When you focus on directing your energy away from harm and toward healing, you feed the soul and starve the ego.
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Direction Ego Energy Feeling Focus Harm Healing Soul Starve Yourself
“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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Eyes Ourselves Relationship Thinking Time
Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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Accident Hope Light Myself
You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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Myself Preserve
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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Human Perfection Rough Spirit Wild Yourself
We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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Ourselves Stars Writing
I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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Count Dedication Myself Name Relationship Stars Yourself
I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.
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Admire Burn Love Myself Tongue Yourself
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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Death Funeral Memories Oneself Time
How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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Rose Sleep Sound Trade Yourself
It quietly stops my breath to realize that my greatest grand gesture, my last, best act of love was to let you go.
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Act Best Breathe Greatness Last Let Go Love Myself Quiet
Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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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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Better Change Day Dreams Fire Help Light Name Oppression Support Yourself
In my dreams we got past the parking lot; you took me past the old, oak door, led me up onto the vacant altar, and offered me to every god whose name you invoked as you worshipped my body.
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Body Devotion Dreams Myself Name Park Past Relationship Religious Sex Worship Yourself
Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
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Devil Goodness Myself Remember
He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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Choice Himself Relationship Self Love
Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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Believe Home Hope Kiss Myself Night Promise Rose Yourself
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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Best Creation Divine Nature Ourselves Religion Seek Sky True
In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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Absence Light Moon Myself Prayer Stars Way
Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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Deep Self Love Trauma Yourself
I would throw down roots with you if I ever had the chance. We’d grow strong in tender shoots, and bloom in burning hands.
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Burn Chance Growth Hands Myself Strong
I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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Abundance Control Hold On Love Myself
In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.
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Alive Burn Death Dreams Easy Haunt Myself Night Peace
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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Clothes Cry Ghost Myself Remember
Your darkness does not scare me, nor will I run from you; like a star, I’m falling for the phases of your moon.
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Darkness Fall Moon Myself Run Scare Stars Yourself
Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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Blood Easy Myself Poetry

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