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You could be my nightmareYou woke me up - / It is long before morning / And I am bleary eyed
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Aug 11, 2014
I Can Only WriteI can only write when he breaks my heart, / And I never walk away, / Because being a writer is about finding your inspiration,
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May 16, 2014
Writer's BlockWhat happened to my writing? / What happened to my words? / Could I call them back?
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Jan 30, 2014
Formal DanceBlue eyes, / Bowties. / Set of brown,
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Jul 27, 2013
College AvenueI must get lost in inspiration… because he was inspiring and I was taken. I felt the need to keep him in view and let the colour of the world bleed beside me like the blur of an oncoming car, recognized then forgotten. I could sit there consumed in patience, and when he spoke I would listen. Though, if he never did speak again, I would have been content listening to the way his shifted weight reset the chair beneath him. / I still think back to the night we met and I cannot quite grasp why he was there, or why he approached me. Maybe it was the laws of emotional physics that force those who are lonely to embrace another’s loneliness. So, from across the room he came, confident in the fact that I had no one to talk to. It took me less than a second to figure out that he was a fresh face, so I allowed him to ask me question after question. At each pause an appropriate nod, yes, or smile was inserted. We were having a conversation. / They say misery does love company, so maybe it was merely the atmosphere of dingy black lights and unfamiliarity that brought us together. A connection rooting from a mutual desire to be anywhere but there.
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Jul 26, 2013
Gift ExchangeFor the holidays, we exchanged metaphors / You recieved a chinese latern / And I a snow globe
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Jan 6, 2013
The Thief Named DarknessA young boy / No more than five / Holds his happiness within a glass jar
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Dec 30, 2012
A Wish is A WishI wish upon a star to be / The girl you think you see in me / I wish upon the candles of cake
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Nov 8, 2012
To AshaShe was born a peculiar case, / A miraculous creation of a new vulnerable race. / Hair of night and skin of sand,
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Nov 8, 2012
One-Way TicketI thought maybe, just *maybe* / If I cut deep enough I could reach my insides / Because that's where the hurt was,
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Oct 24, 2012
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