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I think I now remember why I gave it up
last time. There's no use in making hobby's
work for money and a rhyme.
Keep the passion flowing,
just enjoy your fruits offline.
Your joy is not less valuable if no one else notices it.
Maybe it's the faulty wiring of my circuits,
I don't seem to understand those around me,
I tell them don't trust me,
They say they love me,
But I will glitch, synapse misfire,
I'll become a villain in my program,
With no rhyme or reason,
I'll fail miserably to the hero,
That is my destiny,
But at least I'll know my fate,
Better than these faulty wires,
A maze of circuits that never know where to connect,
Is this what it's like to be human?..
I am going to lie
On a black mirror
I wrote
Discribed in detail
how it would be done
Finished it with a signature
In the finest of gold ink
Watch it dry
I find in the words
That I spoke truth
The beauty of this lie
Had transformed from a speech
When I spoke the lie was apparent
I was able to write the truth
But when I told you
A lie is all you heard
I think I know why they call the show Black Mirror, "black mirror."
A vivid dream once I had
When sleep was at its peak
Of demons, dark magic and war
Such horrendous-looking things;
So frightening I couldn't speak.
My eyes did not fly open, though
For a familiar face did I see
And I knew I wanted to fight it out
Just the two of us; you and me.
© Sarah Quinn
07/23/14
I got into my 2001 Ford explorer
and lit a cigarette.
I fumbled with the radio and let the Kacey Musgraves CD play.
I didn't know where I was going, besides Starbucks.
I was feeling really anxious and kind of upset after looking in the mirror.
And sometimes all you need is your favorite treat and a cruise.
Ever since I got my first car, I have loved driving; it's always come very naturally.
And there's something about going nowhere that really calms my mind.

People created the motor vehicle because we all want to be able to escape.
Even if we never do...
We can.
My bones have been talking to me
They tell me that we are lost without one another
They warn me that  not all can be won with strength
My bones won't stop talking to me
They complain about the  weather
They argue about  the time of day
My bones  are talking about your bones to me
They giggle at the sound of your laughter
They compliment the pulse of your heart
My Bones have been talking to me
I have a Bone Cyst on the bottom of my left foot :( here's a poem about it.
Love is when you are missing some of your teeth
but you're not afraid to smile
because you know your friends will still love you
even though part of you is missing

Love is when your hair is falling out
but you don't wear a wig
because you know your friends will still love you
even though part of you is missing

Love is when you lose your arms and legs
but you don't hide away
because you know your friends will still love you
even though part of you is missing

Love is when people accept you for who you are
and you can relax and breathe free
because that's what love is
Inspired by Emma k aged 6

I don't know this person but it was something I read online (first 4 lines) and I thought it was very cute and true and I wanted to share it with you
Sometimes your heart needs to be broken
So you can see what's underneath,
To the flicker and flame of your soul
That you've always been destined to meet.

Sometimes your spirit shines brighter
Through the glimmering light of your tears,
And when you arrive at the end of it all
Love will outshine the darkest of years
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