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When you focus on directing your energy away from harm and toward healing, you feed the soul and starve the ego.

Stephanie Briar

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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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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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Anxiety 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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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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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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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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Can hope bloom in the shade? Can time give back what it takes away? I once saw the answers to life in your eyes; now I can remember the words to goodbye.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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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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I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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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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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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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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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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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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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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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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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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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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Emotion = Energy in motion.
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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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