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As the power flicks in and out
I'm terrified,
not about the power but about what I see it as,
I see it as us
one moment it so clear, its so perfect, nothing is wrong,
and in the next second the power is out and isn't promised to turn back on,
and even if it does turn back on you remember for a time,
paranoid predicting when and if it will happen again.
Because nothing works when the power is out,
you are helpless,
lit by candles that provide no warmth,
When the power goes out I can't help but think of us,
no matter how small the fight was it still remains,
not for sure if we can fix it,
and when we do we will find something else to bicker about,
until our flame goes out completely and we are left trying to light up the world with a match.
I'm in Flordia while Hurricane Irami ( don't know how to spell its name) happens. The power flickers and I think "Oh no my Netflix there is no wifi."
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 Sep 2017 Haley Nicole Dalton
mk
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looking from a distance
i can almost love myself
Is God real?
This is a hard topic.
What is religion?
is it going to church every day,
praying every day,
not drinking, not smoking, no sin, no mistakes?
I used to think this,
but now I believe that it is whatever ever you believe,
many turn away from faith because they believe, no they fear they will not be able to live.
I believe there is a place where my grandfather rest along with my doggie,
I believe they are looking out for me while I wear this cross around my neck,
I believe they understand what I do and understand I'm a child,
That will make mistakes and needs to live,
I believe there is a higher up picking roses from a garden on earth to make his garden in heaven just a little bit brighter.
This is what I believe.
This is my religion.
It's not for everyone but some might just take a second thought to the things I have written about. Just maybe.
Although I'm a child this haunts my mind.
How can thoughts be real
They're not solid enough to touch
So how can someone manifest
A feeling such as love?
Can you
Hold it
Breathe it
Squeeze it in your hands
It's forcing us to trust
In the invisible
Once again

Because although you can't see it
  It can still disappear
Love is the sad song
That left you crying in your beer

Blind sided
It can hit you
And you best believe it's true
Love is as real
As the way I feel for you
....
Traveler Tim
Dedicated to:
Everyone in the known universe!
Beg
You begged me,

to fall in love with the
moon.

So I could get

accustomed to having all of
you,

but then, none
at all too..


*Sandoval
I just want to pack my bags
And vanish
Leave without a trace

Spend the rest of my life
In solitude
Knowing
I'm no longer
A burden to you...
...
Maybe this way I'll find me,
The real me,
The one that lives outside of
These useless broken words
The one that breathes outside of
This loop of a mess that's become
My nightmare and my life all at once
...
Maybe this way I can finally
Throw away my masks
Maybe this way I can finally
Taste freedom
Maybe this way
I might even discover
The meaning of
True happiness

*And maybe this time
I won't run away from it
"She loved mysteries so much that she became one..." Maybe she became one to finally unlock the mysteries of the world...
Front Page (9/13/17)
(Just some scribbles on a lined paper someone will find years from now in the trash...)
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