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 Sep 2016 Debbie Taylor
PrttyBrd
Fighting every moment
To be less than
And more than
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Chirping of sparrows woke me from my sleep
Looking through my window
Some sparrows waiting to visit me
Sharing their problems
Someone has stolen their twigs
Promising them nevermore to worry
Asked them to go with peace
Sat on my shoulder to chirp
Thank you friend!
 Sep 2016 Debbie Taylor
Renae
I confess
happiness is his
With a wall so high
arms fill with emptiness
In tattered shreds
My palpitating heart skips
Barely beating
hit and miss
She was ethereal.
She would walk her way back home under the moonlight in the freezing winter nights. She was made out of pain and nostalgia. Not even sweet death could compare to her pale face, always covered by her tangled dark hair. She used to lie in bed wishing to be somewhere as cold as she felt, dreaming of wreck and defeasence of everything she had ever known. If she wasn't reading stories, she would make them up in her damaged head. If the story wasn't enough, she would let her demons eat the last nerves that somehow had made it through.
She felt alone yet constantly watched over. She was hoping for someone to stay around. She was hoping to be someone else's muse. She wanted them to ache, burn inside, scream at the top of their lungs just like she did. She wanted to be the reason. But deep inside she knew nobody would turn back to her.
She thought she was out of place, out of this world, made of outer space. But she was not. She was just a girl. She bled, needed and loved. She thought her tragically beautiful soul was a waste.
She's been missing for years now.
Sometimes, when everything comes down all at once and the weight of the world gets too hard to hold up, I still can feel her, after all this time. Sometimes I think I can see her wandering, floating around like the daydream she was.
The thought of her leaving forever stabs my chest every night.
And I can't sleep.
Just like she did before.
She's my muse but she never knew.
right side or left side?

we are always in between--
fighting our inner demons.
we have freedom to choose--
choices that make us who we are.


what are you going to choose?
"LOVE" is define as "me" and "we"
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