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Michelle Paret
Quench
 Mar 2015 B
Michelle Paret
A writer craves their own creativity
An addiction of its own
The measures they go to to feel something craved
So they can feel so deeply to create
The eyes they put on
The roles they wear
So they can write about it, reflect on it later
The thirsty soul
 Mar 2015 B
Michelle Paret
Vair
 Mar 2015 B
Michelle Paret
Dream?
Rather, I trance
Clairvoyantly and deeply
Surreal depression is all encompassing
Resting wholesomely in pit
Submerged for days

Birthed within for purpose
Almost as if I am entitled to certain knowledge
These trances are not subtle
An omnipresence exists
Shifting my point of view to be perceived as a film
An entirely silent film

Absent are words and sounds
Fully present is divination
Intuition at its vertex
Within streets and eyes
My surroundings and skies
I am given details of the trance I am in/watching
A glance triggers my insides to whisper

*As her eyes screamed fire
Her lips never parted
...
When her eyelashes thanked me
My exhale smiled
 Mar 2015 B
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Twisted
 Mar 2015 B
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Love is so twisted. When you fall in love, you fall hard. Your whole being comes crashing down and it seems like your heart is beating so hard that it might explode in your chest. Having every single bone in your body shatter would be less painful than being in love. He's such a beautiful human being that you almost forget how badly he's hurt you. When you look into his eyes, you can see galaxies upon galaxies, but unfortunately, you are only one of his tiny stars in his giant universe.


B.S.
 Mar 2015 B
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 Mar 2015 B
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I
Always
Wondered
Why
People
Consider
Me
A
Mystery
But
Then
I
Rea­lized
That
I
Don't
Even
Understand
Myself*

B.S.
 Mar 2015 B
Amanda
Dave
 Mar 2015 B
Amanda
I texted you because I couldn't believe
that you could really be taken from me.
When I got no response, deep down,
I just knew
that something tragic had happened to you.

We didn’t talk for a couple years;
you went your way, I went mine.
I swear to God, if I could,
I’d go back;
I wish so badly, I could rewind..

We used to be the best of friends;
no lapse of time could ever tear us apart.
We always would pick up
right where we left off —
You held a special place in my heart.

Three weeks ago,
I heard from you
for the first time in awhile.
We resumed our long-lost banter —
You always knew how to make me smile.

And even as I sit here writing this,
it’s hard for me to accept you’re truly gone.

I keep praying that, somehow,
everyone is somehow wrong.

You promised me you’d see me
the next time you came home.
But now that promise is empty,
and I can’t stop staring at the phone.

You *******,
you always did think
you were utterly invincible.
It’s just like you to think that
you were unsinkable.

And I know I’m being selfish,
It’s just so ******* unfair.
I can’t seem to wrap my head around it —
A world without you, I just can’t bear.


This isn't how it was supposed to end.
Nothing prepares you
for the loss of a friend.
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Day 1: No, you're not gone. You're just busy. You're still mine.
Day 2: Why did you leave. I can't breathe. How could you do that?
Day 3: I'm okay.
Day 4: *******. I hate you. I hope I never speak to you or see you again.
Day 5: I love you.
Day 6: Please come back.
Day 7:  You're the biggest *******. You never deserved me.
Day 8: I miss you.
Day 9:  God, you hurt me so badly. Why do I still want you?
Day 10: I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.
Day 11: You promised me forever.
Day 12: I don't need you.
Day 13: I feel empty.
Day 14: I'm fine.


                              B.S.
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