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"Be bold and mighty forces will come to your aid." ― Basil King
July 31, 2019
 

I really don’t like my birthday.
I’m even more alone than my depression depicts.

CHEERS
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July 29, 2019
 

Currently reading The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri as it was recommended to me by my sister. She read it for a class and she thought it was amazing. So I had to read it myself.

I 100% agree. It is an amazing book, well written, it feels very raw and submerged in culture. If you’re on the edge about this book or if you’re looking for a recommendation to check out, you need to read this book!  Either way, you won’t regret it. The author also got a Pulitzer Prize for her story collection Interpreter of Maladies. I’m looking forward to the ending and checking out her other stories as well.

Have you guys read it? What do you think about it? Would you recommend it to anyone? Is it a favorite? What...

SWAN LAKE
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July 23, 2019
 

Has anyone on here read The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck by Mark Manson?

Just wanted to talk about it since I’ve been reading it. I’m almost done and I have so much to say. Mostly repeating how brilliant it is. It’s the only self help book I’d ever recommend. It’s just so truthful and realistic which I love. We need that to actually be helped. Can’t get help or help yourself if you’re lying and sugar coating your problems in toxic and constant positivity.

ENJOY THE LITTLE THINGS
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July 16, 2019
 

In words of wisdom we’ve become quick to judge and slow to act. Part in fear, part in worry, part in narcissistic hurry. The wisest understands but rarely speaks and rarely acts as well. But whether for fear or worry, there is foolishness itself in that.
Wisdom stems from values, yes, but also the connection of understanding and opportunity. Nobody is ever always wise. That’s the wisdom of it.

CHIMNEY SMOKE
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June 18, 2019
 

What am I without my trauma and depression? Who was I before? Who am I? Am I even real?

It’s fucked up how if you’re really young when trauma occurs you can grow up feeling like this. Because you never had enough time to find out who you are and now with depression it feels like you’re not real. Because you can’t find what you’re interested in and if you do, you’re not sure if it’s the lack of interest of it or if it’s because you don’t really like the thing to begin with. There’s nothing to compare to.

THE DREADED EYE
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June 17, 2019
 

Time twists the path,
It closes minds,
It heals wounds
But leaves scars behind.
Time runs in place
As we stand still,
It trips and skips
A beat as hearts stand still.

We believe we don’t have time,
But time is a construct of us.
As abstract as our minds
Are capable of being.
We are time, we create time,
We give it its meaning.
Does time still pass if we’re not there to feel it?

FREEDOM
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June 10, 2019
 

Sometimes silence is like poetry,
Deliberate and precise.
Every word unspoken takes you down a certain emotion and no matter the day, the darkness stays still. Not because of words that push the darkness at bay,
But the words that do not stir it.
With no movements, in absolute silence, you can heart the heart sing.

NOTHING HAPPENS BY CHANCE
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April 11, 2019
 

A hill feels like a mountain,
A star feels like a sun.
The grass is green and sweeter,
than the passing of time allows.
So much blindness in youth, who would have thought
that this is who we are now.

LETTRS 2019 STAMP
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February 14, 2019
 

    Happy LOVE Day!

Hope you all have a wonderful day and even if you don’t have a valentine or the valentine you wanted, be your own. Don’t think about it too much. Just get some chocolate 🍫 and flowers and put up fairy lights and watch your favorite movies. Love y’all and thanks for all the positive energy with my writing! Thank you!

DEGREE OF LOVE
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February 1, 2019
 

To those who know...

To ethereal gods and goddesses,
My moon and I are bound.
But the binding is made of roses,
Wild and sharp to the core.
So my darling and I are warriors,
Only to fight for their wars,
We exist not but in the ichor
Of those to whom we are bound.
So our ears ring out with cries,
As the world below us crumbles.
Because no amount of war
Can ever bring peace.
And no amount of power either.

THE SKY BROKE
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February 1, 2019
 

Ghosts of ideas passed haunt my waking dreams with broken arms outstretched to grab hold of pretty words and pretty thoughts, I take pity on myself. That the gods of prose forsake my haunted mind and all it has to bare. Where my clipped wings fail me, claws dig in the internal wreckage breathing fire and scraping up words by the syllable. Only this and I write with bloody hands the songs of the haunting history inside my head. Inspired only by the lack of sleep and heavy aching passions. One day it will all be different, such a soothing notion when the storm is raging on.

YELLOW HAZE
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January 2, 2019
 

      Happy New Year! 🎊

2019
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November 25, 2018
 

To dreams and faded wishes.

Ascend the darkest pathway,
to the skies so full of stars.
But the hope we see in the darkness remains as darkness,
a cold hearted empty graveyard of stars. Wine colored and brightly tinged with dreams
and old dying wishes.

It’s odd how we try so hard to convince ourselves that we’re real and important and special and that there is more to all of this. Why does there have to be more? Why can’t we just be and love and live? Focusing on what we have not all we can attain and what is out there? Sometimes it’s better to see nothing more than what is than to sell ourselves hopeful lies.

NIGHT SKY
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November 14, 2018
 

Upon the horizon rides destiny.

I waited with bated breath for the sliver lining. But everything is black and red and golden. The sky cries and bleeds with every color but the icy silver of destiny.

SUNEST MARVEL
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October 11, 2018
 

It doesn’t matter where you are,
It only matters that you’re not here.
I want to tell so many things
But I can only speak to emptiness.
I remember you’re little blue
and grey house, painted with intricate designs and the smell of fresh air and grapes and sheep.
Thinking about you, no words
Could never amount to any of it.
It’s all just a monologue echoing out
Into the void.

I hope you’re well. I hope you got everything you ever needed. 🌻

CHIMNEY SMOKE
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October 11, 2018
 

If I tell myself that I deserve it,
It doesn’t make it true.
Your words imprinted in my pain
And all I see is blame you
Make me feel.

FREEDOM
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October 10, 2018
 

I wasn’t born with a fire in my eyes and big dreams to be a small minded person.

COLORS OF SPIRIT
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October 8, 2018
 

Yeah, flowers are delicate and fragile but so are bombs.
Next time someone treats you like your delicate and fragile,
As if it’s a bad thing, remind them what you’re capable of.

POWERFUL WOMAN
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August 27, 2018
Sacramento, United States

Ruins

You marched your way into my home,
and tore away my armor.
I could not fight, didn't know how.
Now all my walls are toppled over.

And where my soul once rested,
is left an empty space.
In your wake, only ruin
Marking the intentions of your stay.

WATER
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August 27, 2018
Sacramento, United States

Armor

This sweater is my armor.
This armor is my fate.
Must leave no fragment bare,
lest I should break under the weight.

Then my breath grows ragged
Should anything go amiss.
Darkness surely would embrace me
Then with Death's encumbered kiss.

Only then could I dare to rest,
When the perils of my youth departed.
Because it all started with a kiss,
I have lived my life fainthearted.

And so death would be a break,
A chance to let my armor fall.
But how can I think of such a loss
As anything other than my downfall?

I shouldn't have to feel like death is the only way I’ll get to be and feel safe.

LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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August 19, 2018
Sacramento, United States

Not Even Us

Wintry as the bleak December,
In a home of white and blue
Where the fading light of embers
Is set adrift into the air.

Then and there the world grew stiller
And before our eyes–only the ice-kissed view.
As we stand there in the powdery garden,
Transfixed into glassy frosted figures
By the wonder of the opaline dawn before us.

Each leaf encased, each puddle glassed.
It's like time is standing absolutely still and
There is nothing and nobody here,
Not even us.

TOUGH WOMAN
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August 18, 2018
Sacramento, United States

Blue Moon

And then in all it's wonder, I stood and watched the bright blue and cotton white of the sky fade into a thick blackness. Bringing with it that twinkling of the stars and the bright and perfect roundness of the big blue moon. I stood so still and heard and noticed so much that the whole of the earth was like a lullaby nearly putting me to sleep.

But I couldn't sleep, not with this much excitement in my bones. Not with all the problems back at our little cottage, nothing could keep me from focusing and drinking in the beauty and extravagance before me. Each star twinkled and danced as graceful as I've heard Ballerina's are.

Nothing else could ever matter or touch me as much as ...

STRIPE ME A LOGO
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August 17, 2018
Sacramento, United States


Tempest She Knew

The tempest under her skin brewed,
and while nobody could see it,
she always felt it hidden within her somewhere,
somewhere deep and dark and unexplored.
Where worlds orbit around her mind,
wild with ideas and possibilities.

STRIPE ME A LOGO
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August 16, 2018
Sacramento, United States

Trick of Light

Just a trick of the light,
A wave of a wand,
A blink of an eye,
And the magic is gone.
The wonder is spread
But the truth lays hidden
In the golden rays
Covered by eternal clouds.

WINTER
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August 13, 2018
Sacramento, United States


Temp

Blanketed by an eternity,
I wonder what there is left.
When all you want, is all you get,
But still it never comes close.
Time we spend, and time we don't,
We're always wishing for more.
So, when the stars awake,
We all stare up at the sky
Wishing our lives away.

STARS
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August 12, 2018
Sacramento, United States

Roller coasters

you get high when you get low

run and hide and outgrow

all those kiddie rollercoasters.

now you get a different kind of high

as you convince yourself you're doing just fine.

but the cycles never end

they just go round and round and up and down

till you become dizzy from the ride

and beg for it all to stop.

till you beg for a different life

and different problems to solve.

THE SOUL WITHIN
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August 10, 2018
Eugene, United States


Waiting...

So here we are
With time at a stand still
Waiting for words to be said,
That will never come.
Both of us hoping
The other has more courage
To speak those words aloud.

I'm waiting...

LIKE A BIRD
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August 10, 2018
Portland, United States

canyon memories

Stand with me up on the narrow

cliffs and take my hand. Maybe we will fly as sparrows,

In endless skies and clouds and suns.

Maybe one day all this bleeding will be secede

And our memories not forlorn, not

Left to fade and erode like water shapes canyons.

I hardly remember much of you anymore...

WINTER
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August 9, 2018
Tacoma, United States

Blue, immense and crystalline,

Entirely grand in its design.

I'm lost floating in it's cool waves,

And soon they take me under,

Then I am swept with the hurricanes

All engulfed and torn asunder.

Life is like small waves at first 

but bigger with each turn and roll.

Eventually strong enough to knock you back

and possibly even rip you to shreds. 

It all depends where in the waves you are

each person has their own woes.

LETTRS BRIGHT
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August 7, 2018
Sacramento, United States

Why

I hate that feeling that I don't belong

But I hate it more that I don't blame you

For always leaving me to my solitary existence.

For some reason I can never hate you 

Even though you do it every. single. time.

And I'm left alone to all my 

Thoughts and lonely memories.

Even when you say you'll be there.

TEA TIME
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