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bluple
bluple
rigid emotion. my escape door is poetry.
they witnessed her pain they witnessed the day her husband throw her out naked in the rain. they witnessed her children's trauma yet, when investigators came to ask questions there happened to be no witnesses.
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 6:42 AM UTC
witnesses
when you Love someone, you Love that person as they are and not as you would like them to be
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC
Love
they'll never label us as "the stolen generation" because we are too busy being the generators of depression.
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC
gd.
we are all lost souls, looking for acceptance in allies marked with rejection
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Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
truth
stop running away from your shadows just face them until the sun comes up.
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC
shadows
he was like the night sky, dark and mysterious. sometimes he'd let me see his starry night. what scared me most was his ability to only show certain aspects of himself. like the darkness of night, he only ever allowed me to see what he wanted me to see the rest faded into blackness.
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 9:10 AM UTC
his dark night
emotion manifestation. help me God, i don't want to be my own grenade.
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC
grenade
let them admire the clouds that form shapes above us, acknowledge the stars that shine reasons why you and I belong together. let them welcome the sun's warm approval of us. they must cherish our moon and respect our sky. tell them when miles separate us, our home becomes that sky and we are connected by the moon, the sun, clouds and stars. darling, look out your window you'll find portraits of my face sketched within those clouds you'll find our love prints on that moon, find our chemistry burning the sun. Baby. so long as the sky is in existence, know that you will never be without me.
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC
our sky
it's frightening how quickly your best blessing can become your worst curse.
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Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 2:10 PM UTC
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should my soul decide to leave this body of mine please, stop all hospitals. prevent paramedics from waltzing in. kindly tell them i do not wish to be revived. don't allow any visitors just, call on my Mother. yes. simply, call on Her tell Her not to cry but hold my father's hand tell Her to love him again tell my Mother, never has Her daughter,   seen a man so strong, so broken. tell Her what she sees now, looking at this body,   is what i saw, in my father,   the day she left him. and every second of EVERYDAY after that. tell Her she ripped his heart out of his strong chest. left a dead man walking, should she weep with sadness or tremble with heartache call on my brothers, [Our Soldiers and entire army] tell them to hold Her           whisper how i carried Her       in my spirit, kissed Her           with every heartbeat given to me. tell Her my tongue would pray for her, my hands would soak up her tears, my nails attempted to claw away her pain tell Her my heart sang songs of thanks giving to her, what beautiful songs they'd sing. should my soul flee from this body, please, tell my Mother not to despair, tell Her, my spirit became the sky to watch over Her in every hour. tell Her,   the stars are part of me now all She has to do is look up.
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
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