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cass-rose
i want to want my life to be calm, and quiet
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Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC
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From where I stand I wonder if there is a better option at all Sitting here wishing we were 17 When we could blame our age or our experience or the drugs, man when now we can't even look at each other You didn't peel back your skin and show me how your blood flows because I didn't ask you to You never told me you would never leave me because I didn't want to know You never promised forever because we agreed That forever is a concept humans created To comfort themselves from the inevitability of death, and decay Silently i promised you forever Because for me forever is a moment that you can't get back, Forever is knowing that what you have now is all you'll ever have, As far as we are concerned Forever is inside me, Forever is not a promise, it's a warning
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Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 4:01 PM UTC
vantage point
Two months ago my grandma's spirit Started leaving her body She hadn't passed yet but She had no use for this realm anymore I wondered where spirits go And who would tell me I'm wonderful And beautiful and perfect Once she was gone Two months ago my mother and I Planted morning glories On our old rusted lightpost "They never grow for me," she said "Every year I try and they just never latch on, never grow how they're supposed to" She glanced at me as if she wasn't talking about flowers anymore "If they bloom I will kiss you with joy" Nearly always, I do not feel wonderful Or beautiful or perfect But as time passed and I questioned Why we all try Just to suffer and die In your home, in your hell After twenty, thirty, or eighty years I realized that the vines had taken over the post, had overgrown the broken lightbulb The twisted vines full of buds Had reached over 7 feet My grandma's hands could grow any flower on this planet But she was not a flower She was not delicate She did not need to be coddled She is the weeds that you yank out every weekend just to grow back She is a mighty cactus in Arizona She is the morning glories in my front lawn, Living by the earth instead of it's seasons She could have been a redwood Or a rare plant, remotely in Tahiti Protected, strong, beautiful She is the morning glories on my front lawn to remind me "So can you"
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Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 3:09 PM UTC
Sylvia
Besides being vaporized, We can only imagine intense light Intense heat As unfathomable as nothingness Should the ability to blind be praised? Should something matter just because it refuses to be ignored?
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 10:30 PM UTC
What's in a star?
I reach down to the earth and know That everything that has Ever mattered to me has rested on it I reach for any star As close as I can get to touching it Knowing that everything I've ever thought was impossible Is just beyond my fingertips Why do I find you there Under and beyond my fingertips? Are you the earth I grow on? Are you those stars I long to live in?
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 10:28 PM UTC
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i am sitting in the office listening to the old women i work with they rarely work, usually gossip sometimes talk about work or the lack therof which they do one woman is talking about how her ultimate downfall when she had started this job was that she didn't clean the **** off of the bottom of the sinks before i tuned into that conversation, stephen hawking had just informed me that the ultimate goal of every human is to have an absolute theory for why we're here how we got here and what that means as i tuned in to their exhange i wonder if this is hyperbole (as was their conversation) since these women didn't appear to care why they're here perhaps the theory of relativity works with minds as well the farther away you get from an idea the more it repels you
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Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 2:34 PM UTC
relativity
burning and destructing until only our souls are recognizable seeing the world through new eyes each time we venture into the life we had lived before we must beg the question: does this belong with me with what i have become must i build my new life from pieces of the old, if they are not reborn as i have been or am i meant to start anew and dig deeper to wonder: should they become unrecognizable, as i have, will we ever rekindle? are we supposed to?
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May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 2:13 AM UTC
we're all phoenixes
never apologize for words thrown carelessly or words not spoken at all let the heat smolder beneath the surface until you are full of hot magma tick tock explosion will be rebirth but your relationship will be ashes
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Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 2:55 PM UTC
no written apology
dying only makes it harder for those who are still living but I am so sick of living for other people
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Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC
haven't we learned
Mid July nights You roll over And we're in a new city I taste the adrenaline on your fingertips As we taste each other in a new city It is home just for one night I wish I could call your eyes home again But lately you're in another galaxy Somewhere far away from here If I ever found you, Would you let me stay?
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 2:01 AM UTC
Boston