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By Edward Field
They say the ice will hold / so there I go, / forced to believe them by my act of trusting people,
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Feb 20, 2014
Nights
There’s nothing that I really want: / The stars tonight are rich and cold / Above my house that vaguely broods
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Feb 20, 2014
there will come a time, by unknown
there will come a time / when you’ll love / somebody
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Feb 16, 2014
Last Words
If I were to die today, I know what my last words would be. Those words are a secret though, because they are only meant for one person. But, at the same time, I would want the entire world to hear these last words I have for that one person, because the weight behind these words feels too great to merely whisper softly in their ear. I would want to yell, shout the words out for the world to hear. But the thing is, even that wouldn't be enough to bring the words justice.
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Nov 27, 2013
We'll Always Have Summer
“He came up and kissed me on my forehead, and before he stepped away, I closed my eyes and tried hard to memorize this moment. I wanted to remember him exactly as he was right then, how his arms looked brown against his white shirt, the way his hair was cut a little too short in the front. Even the bruise, there because of me. / Then he was gone. / Just for that moment, the thought that I might never see him again… it felt worse than death. I wanted to run after him. Tell him anything, everything. Just don’t go. Please just never go. Please just always be near me, so I can at least see you.
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Nov 17, 2013
Demons
Never let go of someone who is unafraid to face your demons. / And, in return, be unafraid to face theirs.
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Oct 30, 2013
Quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
"Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler." - Friedrich Nietzsche
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Oct 29, 2013
A Rant About Tears
Why do humans cry? Why, when we experience intense emotions, do our bodies decide to expel large quantities of liquid from our eyes? We are not even granted the small favor of it looking all beautifully tragic like it does in movies, no; it is noisy, it is messy, the tears are often accompanied by snot, and your eyes become awfully puffy and red. And sometimes you can't seem to make yourself stop. And sometimes there is nothing you can do about that. And then there are other times. Times when you expel this freaking ridiculous amount of liquid from your eyes when experiencing some form happiness. Those times are different. Those times aren't so bad, I suppose. But, honestly, those times are often just as messy and just as confusing, I must say.
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Oct 24, 2013
The Quest of Blood
Rant and rant away in my head / They slit my arm until it bled / Blurry images stir and wake
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Oct 7, 2013
Take me
Hollow breath / Shallow heart / Shaking bones
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Jun 18, 2013
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