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chantal-brynne-plourde
chantal-brynne-plourde
Canadian
I still remember your voice. The way you laughed. The way you cried. The way you'd look straight through me. I knew it couldn't have been anything else, but of course my heart didn't want to believe it. I fell into something and I couldn't get up. A pulled myself up, but a piece of me stayed stuck to the ground. I couldn't bring it all back together again. So, I fell apart again and I took you with me. I left you behind in the darkness of my mind and I ran. I ran and I didn't look back because I didn't want to get hurt again. Instead, I hurt you. I didn't know what else to do, but to pull away. I really do hope that you've found what makes you happy. And I really am sorry for not being there for you when you may have needed me. Sometimes, the things I do to protect myself make everyone around me more subject to pain. We had at least one thing in common; the need of someone to just be there. Just be. To listen and catch you when you fall, time and time again. I know I can't write as well as you. I can't explain things in words the way you do. I can hardly explain them in actions. But I try. I try so ******* hard. Even when I think everyone doesn't believe it. I keep trying. My heart is fragile and my bones are weak, but that doesn't mean anything these days. I just wanted you to know. I remember your voice, like it was yesterday.
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Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 11:13 PM UTC
I just wanted you to know
Life goes by so fast. I grew up on this street, and now I’m sitting on the curb looking at it… it’s such a weird feeling. People have grown and moved away, but I’m still here. It’s still as nice as it was, maybe even nicer. I miss being a kid. You don’t realize how much you miss it until you’re not a kid anymore. I remember wanting to grow up so bad. I guess that’s just how life works. I’ll always remember this place.
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Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 6:00 PM UTC
Home.
IT’S HARD. IT REALLY IS AND SOMETIMES LIFE IS JUST ******* CONFUSING AND IT’S A HELL OF A ROLLER COASTER RIDE… BUT THEN YOU HAVE MOMENTS THAT JUST BLOW YOU AWAY… AND YOU FORGET ALL THAT **** IT’S STILL THERE BUT IT GETS A LITTLE BETTER. I DON’T KNOW… TIME IS THE KEY. TIME IS THE SUCKY PART. BUT IT’S ALSO THE BEST PART. CAUSE WE ALL HAVE SO MUCH TIME. TIME TO DO ANYTHING. TO GO TO LONDON, TO CRY, TO WORRY, TO LEARN HOW TO KAYAK, TO READ THOUSANDS OF BOOKS, TO DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY, TO STRETCH, TO SMILE, TO CUDDLE, TO BE CONFUSED, TO READ TEXT MESSAGES LIKE THIS ONE. WE HAVE SO MUCH TIME AND YOU’RE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF IT. YOU MAKE YOUR LIFE WHAT IT IS, NO ONE ELSE DOES. YOU’RE AMAZING. AND BEAUTIFUL. AND YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE.
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Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 5:56 PM UTC
That One Text Message Everyone Needs
My stress quivers as it’s whisked away by the sweet-tempered wind. The sun’s soothing hands reach out to brush their fingertips upon my face And I fulfill their wish again as my smile thoughtfully reveals itself from its dingy place. The kayak propels through the turquoise water Forced forward by the strength of physical power With every stroke Every slap and splash My mind is freed of its routine thoughts Leaving them all behind In waves of pure wind and light
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Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 10:56 PM UTC
Escape
When a gloomy day comes upon us The world closes its windows firmly shut Dull, thundering clouds roam around our families Rain drops plunge towards the hills and mountains Trees jumble together, protecting each other from the storm Thoughts of sadness travel through the cold, crisp air Yet, when a small hint of sunshine peaks through the clouds The rain breaks off and humanity finds there is a reward for such sorrow There, in their gardens and lawns, stand dozens of flowers Growing higher, higher, and higher still Blooming into something only people with pleasant souls can describe as Beauty.
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Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 10:49 PM UTC
Beauty
You're cute. Adorable. Sweet. **** Lovely. Amazing. Rad. Beautiful. Awesome. Handsome. Different. Weird. Crazy. In the best possible way. You make me smile. You make my stomach do backflips. And 180's. You make me stutter words that should be easy to say. You make my cheeks turn firetruck red. You make me want to write again. You make me want to love roller coasters. And horror movies. You make me proud to be A womyn Gender Queer Gay A Confused Person You make me want to learn about feminism. You make me reconsider my original definitions for words some people use everyday. You make my heart melt. You make me happy. Thank you.
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Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 10:47 PM UTC
Thank You
I won't always know the things you need or what you want But I'm here to listen I'm here to make you smile I'm here to give you your space Funny faces and red cheeks Grumpy faces and some "NO"s Can't go wrong with dimples and **** chins
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Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 10:47 PM UTC
I'm Here
Your eyes tell a story A story that I am starting to learn But that doesn't matter Because I want to learn it I want to hear about your successes Your failures Your happy days And the sad ones I want to get to know your laugh and your smile I want to learn how to cheer you up And how to **** you off So I can learn not to (at least not that often) I want to hold your hand under a blanket Out in the park On a skating rink In my dreams Your story is important You need to know that
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Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 10:46 PM UTC
Bedtime Stories
Happiness. Nine letters, yet never fully reached. We underestimate it. The little things; we miss. The big things; we want. We all have it. It's true. There would be no sadness without happiness. No happiness without sadness. How can one word explain everything you are feeling? It can't. Impossible. To me. To have one feeling. Today, for one reason or another, the sadness is winning. For now. But it will change. It always does. Because sadness cannot live without happiness. The sun will shine. Smile. Know.   Be happy.    Relax.     Just be.
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Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 10:45 PM UTC
We All Have "It"
Our differences are the same Our similarities are different Why can someone be so nice And then turn so mean Is their a balance Will we ever find it This war and fighting won't stop Because of what we are Because of who we are Because of what we do Because of how we do it Because of when we do it We love each other We hate each other We have the most wonderful times We have the most terrible days Negative Positive No balance whatsoever No winner No loser Our lives
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Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 10:41 PM UTC
Balance