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Late Night Note
Us writers, we pick and choose what we want to put out there. Our works mirror our life, our struggles, our pain, our joy, our love. With every page written there is an exposed truth, a vulnerability. It is terrifying, as an artist, really as anyone, to put yourself out there. So many times I…
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My eyes shut and don’t feel any heaviness, not for a second. Instead they feel as light as can be, reaching a heaven with clouds and everything soft, knowing that you soon will appear. You are heaven, in my eyes, undoubtedly my haven. I am ecstatic. Within milliseconds, there you are, and I see everything…
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A Fork in the Road
There was a fork in the road, and I had no insight on which way to go. I needed to explore my options to make sure that I would make the right choice. I could keep going straight, and continue to live in a lie. Or I could pick a new direction and go either…
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Roots
As you’ll lie on my chest, I’ll pray that you do not hear my cries. And as you’ll feel my heartbeat I’ll hope that you do not feel my pain. I’ll hope that my past remains an unfamiliar face, a person you would never had to have known. I will not wish for you, my…
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Call me by your name
Call me by the name of your own, Only then will I be officially yours. No other way will make me sure, That I will be the queen of your throne. Lay on my heart and call it your home. I will promise not to make love a chore. Our lows may hit as low as the floor But…
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Poor Pink matter
My poor pink matter has officially dulled out It only hears a dramatic nothing but the same Thoughts as others carelessly speak about As I walk home unattended in the rain The drops seem to surpass right by me No umbrella doesn’t even cause me to strain I look far and blankly into space defined free I don’t know where I have recklessly gone To or what has seemed to come over me Before I…
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Grey and Black
There has always been a grey in me, an indecisiveness as big as the sea. There are always decisions I cannot reach. But this one, this one needed to be. Our ending, well, that is my black My soul will never be restored Look into my eyes, you will see that I am someone who…
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2 line simplicity
Before you I knew of nothing more worth the cry Before you I knew of no harsher goodbye.
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The Waves
We go to the beach and stare into the ocean. We notice the waves and think of such tranquility . Why is it that we see such violence and think of it’s beauty? That’s the way I used to think of you.. *** Every time the waves would hit I’d close my eyes and think…
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