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Kiss me goodnight at the end of our time.
I don't want to end with a beauty cryin'.
So kiss me goodnight as the world crashes down,
At least our days will have been capped with a crown.
I want to write
I want to think
I want to express
I want to show.


How?
Inspiration?
Why?
for him? for you?
What?
Love? Faith? Hope?

I want to write for the glory of God.
Give me back my pen.
*
Because I'll write for the One.
And I'll write about His Love.
I am
Nothing more
Than a bag of bones.
My rib cage
Is a prison you rend
In twain, tear the mesh,
And sift fruitlessly through.
I am
An empty shell
You discarded;
All unraveled ends
And frayed edges.
I am
Orange peels
Carrying the essence
Of something sweet
As an echo of scent
And color-
-I will
Return to the earth
And start again.
Sorry for the long hiatus, been busting my **** to make a dent in some school loans, but I promise to post a bit more consistently. Thank you to the people who emailed and asked me to continue.

To make a small donation if you enjoy my poetry, visit my GoFundMe:

https://www.gofundme.com/Sarahquil
Build a rocketship,
fly out of the atmosphere,
live among the stars.
 Oct 2015 theinvincible
glassea
she may hurt, but she is not pain.
she may fail, but she is not a failure.
she may be tragic, but she is not tragedy.

*she may feel worthless,
but this, too, will pass.
so it's always worth reminding people (i.e. myself) that just because you feel something in the moment doesn't mean that it's permanent. an emotion is an instant, no matter how long the ache lasts, and an instant cannot define you.

(thanks for the daily!)
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