
if i look back, i am lost

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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Love Begins
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Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.
Your virtue is performative.
Your loyalty lies in what you think
will cleanse your soul from your own guilt.
My anger is a bottle filled
with all of your cryptic innuendos,
Shared between you and old lovers.
I was sometimes an actor, oblivious, naive
Only hateful from the finger you pointed at me
Always turning the mirror to the opposition
Always a retort
A bolt, a spell to smite those unruly in your monarchy
Yet an unwillingness to purge the vile waste that
feeds on the pipelines and
into the sewers of your ego
All to claim honor in your battle
Of those who are unaware that
They are your adversaries
I was only collateral damage
You are correct about things
when you say them in vain
I look back angrily,
In betrayal.
In wasted years.
In sleepless nights.
There is no more art
There is no more art
There is only suffering
And vultures that circle shallow graves
Where secrets are hidden
And the leafs rustle against the dirt
When the wind moves in waves.
There’s no more art
They took it from her body
They bled her to dry
And blamed her for the sodomy
There is no more art
We only feel hollow
Waiting for change
That will never follow
There is no more art
There is only cortisol
There’s only distraction
A palm beach, or a song
A war, a sudden action.
There is no more art
There is only chaos
When I wreathe in the wake of the things I used to be
When I focus my breathing but my heart beats unsteadily
When I have vivid nightmares of your memory
When there’s a cycle of loss and a pattern of scars
There’s no more art
It’s just a facade
They’re all lying, they don’t feel the things that you saw
There’s no more art
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mrs. Holland, featured in The Letters of Emily Dickinson
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hello?? um?? universe?? u hearin me?? just letting you know i’m ready for good things to happen in my life!! i’m prepared for amazing things!! i think its time!! just lettin you know.
We all got that homie whose air of silliness doesnt hide the haunted look in their eyes😂👆
“Not everyone deserves to know the real you. Walk away and leave them to criticize who they think you are.”
— Unknown
You'll never know how far you can go if you're too scared to move forward.
“Trust: There is still hope for the future.” Morgan Harper Nichols