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@thesewordsareours
There's about 19 days left of summer, but I'm still falling for you.
It's okay. You're not in love with me. You just need someone to listen and I'm a listener. I'm a great listener with a great sense of humor. And it seems that you think I'm pretty. It makes sense that you're getting that confused with love and capability, but you don't know me. You haven't asked.
I hope he thinks about me the same way I think about him
There are spiderwebs outside my front door, Along the railing, And they stay there for I dislike other bugs more.
a poem
"I will burn this shit to the ground and you will pray for hell."
I look into his eyes,
But I'm too afraid to try to fly.
And I know the words
to every memory that passes by.
And I now know my worth
But I'm still scared it'll hurt
As I unlearn defenses
That I've fed since birth.
I let the anguish flow freely.
Like a thunderstorm over a turbulent sea.
The darkness -ever so supportive of late night breakthroughs- stood by me as I wailed.
Grief tore through my throat and burned my eyes as I gasped for breath.
This was the first time that I didn't over-analyze or rationalize or justify.
I just felt; knowing that this, too, shall pass.
As it always does.
And it did pass. Years worth of sadness had made its way out of my body and I began to breathe easier than I ever have.
Is this why I am here?
Do the means justify the fear?
Perhaps someone, some day, will read my poetry and mistake me as a romantic.
Or, maybe, I'm the one mistaken.
I am not merely a Jack of all trades. I am a Master of learning, integration, and connecting dots.
Without integrators, kingdoms and businesses fall.
Writing Prompt: Fighting Heaven and Hell
"God doesn't need another fucking warrior! My people do."
I don't know how to be angry at other people.
So I'm just angry.
Anger is the fire and I am the pheonix.
First and foremost, she believed in humans. If she had to, for them, she'd rebel against heaven and hell.
Don't stay. I didn't warn you.