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it's always better in your dreams, far far away from this nightmare called life

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We’re all blinded by narcissists at some point in our lives.

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timely reminder

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when these things change

the moment i heard the news

my heart sank and never stopped sinking

the day had come

for you to leave this world 

i begged time to stand still

for a just little longer 

one more second

i cried

that’s all i need

but time

it stayed true to it’s word

the hands of the clock

on that pale hospital wall

continued to tick furiously 

because time waits for no one

the living 

nor the dead 

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will you (ever) be sorry?

charmed, i was 

blinded, i wasn’t 

doesn’t it bother you 

that all the things you say ain’t true?

can’t you shut up for one moment 

and let the silence reveal your flawed judgement? 

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it’s fine

when time starts slipping away

and all the people who say

you’ve got until May

tell you to have more faith every day

but guess what they were lying to your face anyway

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fly my dear

go where you must

for the road filled with dust

formed from the blood and sweat

of the ones who let

their bodies waste away

who led their hearts astray

fly my dear

roads are meant to be walked on

but the weary trod on and look forlorn

in their darkest moments constantly crying

they look for the silver lining

fix their eyes on it they must

for all they can do is trust

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....and?

A scientist once asked a dumb question

Only he knew it from contemplation

That it was never stupid to begin with

Because great ideas are born when your mind starts to drift

And bad ideas are made good

When people agree more than they should

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W u n d e r

Planting the seeds

And only seeing the weeds

When time stands so still

And the trees on the hills

Have all become weak

Branches of hope they seek

A little light is all they need

To guide them out neat and complete

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why we write

We write to purge our deepest emotions. To share that “other” side of ourselves that we don’t normally let people see. We write about the anger, the joy, the loss, the worry. And only through the writing do we come out of the other side stronger, and hopefully more human. I hope.

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orbit

swing, I move

my body, my mind

floats and dances against my will

the chain that straps itself

tightly around my being

pulls me where I mustn’t

go, my tired self

retires finally

swinging away from the equilibrium

towards the dystopia I crawl

eagerly awaiting the comfort

of your soothing voice

but the silence, it

deafens, and stirs up those

feelings of wanting, longing

desiring, all in vain

for these feelings, they turn quickly

into hurting

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a lonely petal

I grew and grew from within you

A tiny bud my muse

Took a chance on you

Now I finally threw

The laughter out of you

Happiness in your belly, well now that’s gone too

All joy is banished within you

Once I know I’m done playing this game

I soar across the river like a lonely petal

Waiting for it’s new owner

Hurry, I wilt fast

You know it’s true

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the union

the perfect line can never be drawn 

to separate the real from the imaginary 

for we could never separate the two 

they were always in communion with you 

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those little voices

they creep up on you when you least expect them to

tell you what you should or should not do 

the voices inside your head, they are not to be underestimated 

they call you names, make you believe what is real and are sadly predicated

upon your greatest fears. oh those loathsome thoughts,

the anxious scurrying it creates that cannot be fought

by constant worrying and nail-biting

for this madness must stop and calmness needs to begin fighting 

these thoughts that can kill a precious, innocent soul in one swoop

the sensitive being succumbs to the malicious intent of those little voices and is utterly duped

she loses herself, drowns reality out and welcomes those little voices 

listening to them she follows their every word and accepts their choices 

to bend to their will she must, but only in her mind does she make that decision 

when all she could have done was to make it her mission 

‘look towards the light, its brightness will release you from your prison’ 

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your lost soul

drifting, floating you wander 

aimlessly searching for the truth that you hope will unclutter 

your deceptive mind 

that is telling you to find 

another source of comfort 

to ease your discomfort 

when all you had to do was look within you 

and realise that true happiness was inside you you fool 

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If you're a writer and you see this post, stop what you're doing.

WHENEVER YOU SEE THIS POST ON YOUR DASH, STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND WRITE ONE SENTENCE FOR YOUR CURRENT PROJECT.

Just one sentence. Stop blogging for one minute and write a single sentence. It could be dialogue, it could be a nice description of scenery, it could be a metaphor, I don’t care. The point is, do it. Then, when you finish, you can get back to blogging.

If this gets viral, you might just have your novel finished by next Tuesday.

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We’re just living in our own version of reality.

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whiskey in her hand (II)

she accidentally deleted the first post that she was crafting 

and now has to restart the writing 

she thought to herself, ‘well that was a pretty great piece you wrote there

and now it’s lost forever in the deep dark depths of nowhere” 

she wrote about how life had changed so much 

since the day she was brought into the world and how such 

great nonsense has happened, all with much ado about nothing, and so the cycle repeats itself over and over again

rinse and repeat, rise and shine we walk out into the world trying hard to be sane 

struggling to understand the idiosyncratic ways humans behave 

but never eventually succeeding with our efforts in vain, so she never tries to comprehend and only wants to save 

those few positive memories in her tiny tormented mind 

only the ones that truly mattered, matter and will matter till the end of time

Memories that paint a picture of why some battles are worth fighting 

to the death, because there is still some good in this world which she found truly enlightening

so much so that she vowed to herself that night, ‘whatever you do, protect the good at all costs, and do whatever it takes to keep the good alive”

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You had the audacity to toy with her heart. Why oh why did you choose to mess with the wrong person? Guess what, She's gonna hit back even harder, you just watch.

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Our eyes met, and I felt burning passion in my heart. But please I beg you don’t give me false hope.

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