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Megan

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July 10, 2019
 

There needs to be a reason as to why feelings change.
Why we couldn't work.

There needs to be a reason as to why they change with a simple flip of a switch.
Why it's so drastic.

There needs to be a reason as to why I held you so high.
Why can't I even look you in the eye anymore?

There needs to be a reason as to why these feelings are so strong that I could completely hate you...

... But never stop loving you with everything I am.

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WORLD WATERCOLOR MONTH
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January 12, 2019
 

You can’t have something perfect

In this imperfect world...

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HOPE BATEMAN
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March 20, 2018
 

The pattern continues throughout centuries as to how love grows..

The one love that is truly special is the first love, the first time you feel that grand sentiment for someone other than mom, dad, grandma, or sister.

The first time you worry about someone else’s needs more than your own...

The first time you care for someone so deeply that everything you feel is multiplied by 100

When he falls asleep on you, it hurts.

When he ignores your calls, hurts even more.

When you don’t feel that love back, the pain kills.

Some are lucky to find their true loves amongst their first lives, others are stuck still remembering that pain while trying to find the most special love of all in their li...

ENDLESS STARS
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August 26, 2016
 

#5 words

Lost in this divine chaos

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ORIGINAL
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April 6, 2016
 

Sometimes the best things in this world
Are broken.

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NEW
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March 26, 2016
 

You truly appreciate life
Once you sit under the sun in
A place where you've never been,
Feeling the breeze on your face,
And inhaling the truest smell of adventure.

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LETTRS TAXI
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March 15, 2016
 

Home,
The place where comfort meets happiness.
The place where you're surrounded by love.
The place where you feel most at peace.
Many cease to realize that home is not physical,
Home is Your state of mind
The place you feel best
Home is you.

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ORIGINAL
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February 8, 2016
 

As one is to two, and two is to three,
Where is the hole that's under the tree?
And as three is to four, and four is to five,
If you fall will you survive?
'Cause what will you fix, as you ride onto six?
As seven is to eight, and eight to nine,
They have taken what was mine.
But when you slowly creep to ten,
Only you will find out then.
For numbers rise, and glasses shatter,
You slowly resonate with the latter.
You change your wardrobe, and shoo the pesk,
But is the Raven like the writing desk?
It is, you see, like you and me.
But no one can see, for they're blinded by normalcy.
For it only takes someone insane to
capture,
That Alice is not Alice, but truly
The Mad Hatter.

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STORJA
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January 2, 2016
 

As once was is gone,
And what we thought we knew disappeared.
We enter the cold, dark wasteland of silence.
And the abandoned carousel of memories.
We, then, realize that if it was able to leave,
We didn't have it as close to begin with.

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HAZE
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November 30, 2015
 

The fact that I can't tell you how I feel makes me crazy.
The fact that I can't be courageous drives me mad.
The fact that my fear of vulnerability makes me want to bottle up my feelings is ridiculous.
And the fact that I see you when I think of my future..
Well, that makes me insanely happy.

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THE CENTER SILENCE
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November 19, 2015
 

The air felt like it swept her off her feet
The snow numbing her toes
Her nose turning red
But her eyes only stared at him
As he held her hands in his
Brought it up to his mouth
And warmed her hands
And made her cheeks turn into red roses.
In that moment
The snow stopped
And all that existed were them standing there
Staring into each other's eyes
Knowing that not even a snowstorm could rip them apart

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TIME
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November 19, 2015
 

The Select Few

What we come to realize is that...
Those who are constantly surrounded,
are constantly lonely.
Those who are the center of attention,
are actually in the center of their own depression.
Once we realize the importance of the select few.
The select few that help you understand your self worth.
The select few that take you off that high pedestal you put yourself on.
The select few that make you genuinely happy.
Well, that's when you grow up,
and realize that your  happiness,
is way more important than popularity.

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BACK TO THE WORLD
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October 19, 2015
 

"Balloon In the Wind"

So she sat with the balloon, and let her hair move in its direction.
She let the wind bring back memories of the child who came with her mother to the park to buy a balloon, to give away to someone who sat alone by the tree.
But when her mother died, so did her happiness, and she sits on the park bench drowning herself in sorrow and loneliness.
Yet, she still buys a balloon, but she ties it to the tree, and sits next to it, letting her hair move in the direction of her mother, whom she sees when she looks at the balloon in the wind.

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TENDERNESS
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October 13, 2015
 

We all stare at the same moon.

Once that is acknowledged,

Then we can appreciate how we are

All little things on earth,

That look up to the one thing that

Brightens up our night sky.

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APOLLO 03
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October 8, 2015
 

A Psychotic Sonnet
(Based on the Joker and Harley Quinn)     

Their psychotic love was what had began,
    When he was just a lost, confused patient.
He was not even considered a man,
    And there was not even one chance to be content.
Still, the Nurse was left just to care for him
    But the nurse herself was very unwell
Although she had really changed on a whim,
     She was long ago known as Harlene Quinzell.
They escaped from the torn down Asylum.
     Yes, both of them and many others did
But troubles still had stuck to them like gum.
    Farewell is what the townspeople wanted to bid
“He’s not mad at all, he’s just differently sane.”
    Then he stared at the harlequin’s old cane...

SUNRISE KINGDOM
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October 7, 2015
 

#pickupline

"Dang girl, are you my appendix? 'Cause I don't know how you work, but this feeling I have in my stomach makes me want to take you out."

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HANDS OVER EYES
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October 6, 2015
 

You must remember one thing,
Nothing ever came from those who did not imagine.

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DANDELION
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October 5, 2015
 

The thing that hurts the most is that you are a memory.
And it hurts that you aren't a part of my life at this moment.
And it hurts that I can't hold you in my arms, and can't create anymore memories.
And it hurts that every time I see any of your photos, I can't prevent the emotions from consuming me.
And it hurts that I can't call you anymore.
And what hurts the most, is that my love for you grows with every passing hour, even after all this time.
And it just hurts because you're not with me.
So this is me,
"Writing hard and clear about what hurts." {Ernest Hemingway}

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BEGIN CREATING
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September 11, 2015
 

Suspicion
    
        Creaks along the hallway became louder, much clearer.
The sounds were becoming rarer, almost unrecognizable. Almost, though.
    Obviously the sounds were screeches of pain, but from what?
Suspicion creeps along a human’s spine, but curiosity bangs on the head like a drum.
     “Curiosity did more than kill a cat,” O. Henry said.
However, who would want to live in a life of wonder?
    The hallway was dim, only one light-bulb flickering.
It was such an overplayed scenario in the movies; no one would have thought that they would experience this in…
    In real life.
Is this even real? What if this was her imagination running across an open field?
    The s...

ORIGINAL
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August 17, 2015
 

As she goes, she sways
She gleams a light,
A light of pure intoxication.
Her presence reeks of infatuation.
You wish to know her,
But she's hidden.
Hidden from your glares,
And stares in a world of mystery.
A world of pure imagination.
Her vision, like a camera, capturing beautiful moments.
Her power, her intellect hidden behind a box of literature.
Intriguing as she is,
Everyone only she's what she looks like,
Not what she truly is.
So as she goes, watch her sway,
And don't judge her cover,
By the book she may be carrying.

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AT THE RIVERBANK
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July 14, 2015
 

Viewed as a cage,
yet viewed as a protection.
Viewed as freedom,
whilst viewed as containment.
Viewed as inescapable,
but the gates are wide open.
Visitors welcomed,
natives free to leave.
These views ever so changing,
made upon the citizens on opposite ends of the wall.
The citadel is an object of envy.
Citizens long to see its exterior,
as visitors long to see its interior.
The citadel's gates may be open,
but its center,
its common point,
is what the people long to see.
Its common point is why the natives wish to leave.
Visitors do not long to see the crevices of the town,
they do  not long to see what the natives constantly see.
These visitors only see what is want ...

ORIGINAL
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May 19, 2015
 

The buildings are tatterdemalion,
The air is thick.
The streets are grey,
And the town is dull.
Lands are bleak,
But there it stood.
Civilization couldn't tear it down,
For civilization molded it,
It was immune to its diseases.
Bright colors exude from it,
So bright,
The colors caught on.
The air is nice,
The buildings historical,
The streets are alive,
And the lands are flowering.
The town is free,
And it only took one thing
To change it.

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MYSTERIOUS DOOR
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May 19, 2015
 

Cool, calm, and collected.
Loyal, thoughtful, and loves unconditionally.
My mind is like the ocean-
Vibrant blue and looked upon by others,
Yet deeply misunderstood, and quite reckless.
However, the ocean, giving the sky its color
Can’t change the colors of the clouds:
White.
Filled with so much chaotic energy, you could be considered a grenade-
Ready to explode.
Although both colors seem similar,
The white burns, while the blue is serene.
They both are different individuals,
But together they make me.


ORIGINAL
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May 18, 2015
 

There once was a girl
    Secluded from the horrors of the
    world.
Yet, on every night crescent moon was present, she'd escape her seclusion at sunset and swagger into the woods.
     She would climb atop the tallest tree, and hum lullabies of the childhood she once knew.
She wondered how she could ever reach such a place.
Then, as the light fled the sky, and the darkness steadily replaced it, she would look up.
She would see the moon and whisper, "look moon, you're not the only one smiling today."

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COFFEE TREE
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May 18, 2015
 

A tower can be like an Atrope Bella Dona, it may seem beautiful but the moment you eat one of the berries it produces, death takes hold of you.
Meaning: do not get near a berry of this tower; it was locked up here for a reason.

When the newlywed had their first child, all you could see was a bundle of joy and beauty packaged in the small, red body of a little girl.
Healthy was she, and gracefully did she grow in beauty and intelligence.
However, when you're blessed with all these gifts, what does one do to you?
Simple, they take you and ruin you.

That person ruins what you thought was good about the world, wipes away the drops of innocence poured into your eye, and leaves you to rot in a...

JE T'AIME
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May 18, 2015
 

The truth is...
There comes a time where you feel trapped.
Where you feel stuck, and you can't move anywhere.
The sad thing is...
The cage was set up by you.
And you locked yourself in there.
That's the truth...
You're only as caged as you feel.

BEAUTY OF ARCHITECTURE
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May 18, 2015
 

The helpless child wandered aimlessly along the stagnant catacombs.
Slowly creeping toward the wide halls.
    She felt lukewarm,
    For she was wearing only a large wool coat and slippers.
Her tousled hair covering a mark- a mark made obviously by a blade, a mark so vibrantly red, it appeared to be brand new.
The blood of that mark dripped along her cheekbone- straight across he blind eye.
Her skin so pale, death looked like it were creeping up on her.
Using her one eye, which was stinging from the sweat bundling inside of it, to look from side to side.
All she saw were bones of the past,
examining her like a wolf
about to attack a deer.

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WRITERS
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May 18, 2015
 

The sky is endless...
Or so they say.
Many people just pick up and go, but very few have that luxury.
We learn since childhood that "we can be whatever we want to be," yet we find ourselves torn between what we want, and what we need.
They say to follow your heart;
However, what if your heart is wrong?
The heart is treacherous.
Is rebellion good, healthy even?
Just wonder, use your mind to think about things that people wouldn't dare.
Knowledge of this is what should occupy the human mind, not the treacherous desires of the heart.
Because, honestly, you are entitled to your own opinions.
You choose your own path.
Just be wise with your path, and learn from others mistakes so you don't com...

HIGHLAND MOUNTAINS
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