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#crownedsaint
i almost want to laugh at how much i wanted you sleepless nights. countless. wondering if I was even a thought on your mind. if ever the possibility of us fluttered with one beat. 544 days even if it was for a split second, in a prayer or a curse you were there. marring everything that i'd built * it's funny. He always gives us what we need. all i needed was something to sully this fabricated sustenance that i wanted so badly to believe in & here it is.
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Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC
untitled (v1)
Thought I was on the up But here I am in the deepest abyss my heart has yet to see Although fairly familiar Where light is needed to relieve from this torture This disconnect from the outside world & everything that is good & delightful Feels eons away • The turn birthed when you came back I thought you’d never leave, but thank God my heart fails to gambol at the thought of you - finally Maybe time does heal some wounds +crowned saint
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Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 8:46 AM UTC
Disconnect: Free Write
Thank God for breath Brush teeth Pray Shower Think of you. Moisturize Eat Take vitamins Pray again Think of you. Text Practice French Walk Current events Think of you. Bus E or J Hello poetry Emails Think of you. You color the banal therefore, I Think of you. +crowned saint
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 4:27 AM UTC
Quotidien
A simple stroke stemming from a heart-planted seed Ice white and sky blue freezing every generated thought to one with its chills Intertwining shades of brown fuchsia splattered to a black space - manifesting into dreams Blue, yellow, and purple churning with hydrochloric acid forming butterflies Pulse shooting through into the darkened mesosphere darkening fuchsia's mark Darkened fuchsia turned deep red lustful passion An unfathomable crescendo beading sweat with final strikes Reaching the thermosphere - revealing an exclusive sight of our aurora It hangs in the gallery "Of Our True Selves" The finish product is almost disappointing + crowned saint circa 2015
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Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 4:20 PM UTC
Desire
Help me to find peace Help me to find purpose Help me to find afresh Help me to find forgiveness Help me to find faith Help me to find inspiration Help me to find art Help me to find love Help me to find You Jehovah Jireh. crowned saint
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May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 3:04 AM UTC
needs.
I miss you; and I know I shouldn’t because we never were but, I miss you. +crowned saint
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Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 6:56 PM UTC
Thank You Frank Ocean
A mirage. Fabricated sustenance. A false flourish. The brush of your almond scented exhale inspires a rush that leaves me in a desired disquietude. Still every exhale is savored by an inhale It meanders past sun kissed mounds and valleys Til it hits your candied oasis. Inspiration swells with every acme reached until you're satiated by my nectar Calming to a summer zephyr I turn over to your pillowed chest, and drift off to an insatiable reality. + crowned saint
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Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC
Fabricated Sustenance
She treats grace as an abhorred enemy. Resisting has become a place she’s grown to love. She longs for freedom forgetting that it’s already hers. Ensnared by phantoms albeit, she knows In having nothing, she possesses everything. Her shield is refined by aberrant foibles. Scarred, yet covered in the Only perfect love She’s flawed, but good. + crowned saint
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 6:14 AM UTC
Flawed, but good