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let's move to a place
where it is cold forever
so that we can dance
in the snow, make
angels and sleep in the space
between dawn and night-
fall in the chasm
and dangle in the warmth
of everything we
knew; let's move to a
place where we know no margin
and there's no sign of
home.
where it is cold forever
so that we can dance
in the snow, make
angels and sleep in the space
between dawn and night-
fall in the chasm
and dangle in the warmth
of everything we
knew; let's move to a
place where we know no margin
and there's no sign of
home.
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Gym Motivation
Running on an electric belt as if I'm running from all my troubles, and running towards my dreams. Music pumped up to the fullest, rushing through my ears, filling my head with bass and lyrics and motivation. It's my own time and my personal moment.. me-time.
For 30 minutes in my day, I can shut out the world and meditate within my mind as my body works hard with that crazy adrenaline rush.
All my stresses, my troubles and all the worry within me is fuel for motivating me to run faster, work harder.. don't look at the clock, keep running.
Better than any drug; it burns off my inner rage and at the same time, it benefits me, improves me, ma
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when we fight
i have forgotten the sound of seasons passing, your voice when you loved me
and the touch of a goodbye that never lasts.
you leave with fists clenched and doors shut silently,
you leave without a word because it's the spaces between
your raised words that bruise the most.
i whisper words with two syllables and you lodge a loudspeaker
in your throat for every goodnight which translates to
stop it
stop talking
shut the fuck up
this morning i woke up at the bottom of the stairs,
crumbled into nine months of walking backwards
and i have been fooled into thinking that bitch really is my name
baby, baby, ssh. be quiet. holding fis
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on the cusp
it is just that when i let go of you
when i let go
it's hard to remain that perfect without you.
--
the in-between of love, buds- so full of potential
our love is written in whispers on the pages
of a book which has not yet been opened.
--
that day, the sun had erased the last lines
of an unforgiving winter from my skin, i was renewed
olive skinned and feeling as if i had just fled the eternal
garden naked as i came- free, fallen.
--
the sky was dark;
nothing but the blood red smile of the moon
cut through the transient darkness of the night.
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i miss you aunt penny. rest in peace.
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Beautiful!