A fresh beginning,
A clean start,
A new day
to begin again
before THE END.
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19 Wednesday Oct 2016
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inSometimes I wish my dreams would become reality; didn’t dreams used to seem more possible?
Am I in a rat race convincing myself this is the only way, that security and education, and a salary will lead me to where I want to be?
Sometimes I just want to say “fuck it”
I want to pick up and leave.
Go back and live where I could have a comfortable life, be near my grounded parents, go to school without a full-time job..
Move to another state. One where marijuana is legal, dogs come to restaurants, everyone runs for fun and commutes on bikes.
But I stay here. I stay for the security and freedom. I stay to earn my Master’s. I hope for a bright future.
There is always another step.
I thought after I got into college with all the GPA stress and SAT and ACT nonsense college would be a breeze.
Then I thought okay college classes and not earning much money kinda sucks but once I get a B.S. then I can get a great job.
Then I land a job.
Then I look forward to starting grad school.
Then I start grad school.
Don’t you see what I mean?
Always a next.
I just want to be happy in the moment.
For me.
For me.
For me.
20 Wednesday Jul 2016
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inHere I am
In my own mini pity party
Thinking about what could have been
What never really was
Grasping at a false reality
Wishing you understood
How foolish you are
How immature
How naive
How your pain, selfishness,
and consequent actions
affect others
How I’m fortunate
I got away
No thanks to you
But to the supernatural powers
That draw us to others
O how God’s gift of light
And the hard work
He gives us the privilege to pursue
Lift me out of my mini pity party
Into some things new
16 Saturday Jul 2016
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Words are the barometer of our thoughts and intelligence, Feelings are the indication that we exist,…
15 Friday Jul 2016
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change, faith, leaving, love, mixedsignals, pain, poem, relationships, wall
Maybe one decision really can change the rest of your life.
We parted ways, and I never thought it would be the last time.
He drove away, and I couldn’t believe it. That he had blown me off.
The mixed signals.
The uncommunication.
The silence.
The past pain making us into people we wish we weren’t;
at least I wish I wasn’t
defined by past pain
past relationships that ended badly..
I want to be a better person
I want to let go of all my anxiety
and fear
I want to love with my full heart
I wish I wasn’t so attune to the pain, empathy they call it
to other people’s pain
It haunts me at night
Pain I have caused
Pain others have caused
I see it in their eyes,
their countenance,
their face,
sad eyes,
hunched shoulders..
I want to take away their pain
I want to love them
I want to love myself
They say love makes the world go round but why do we spend so much time faking it
faking happiness and love and jumping into relationships
What is real and what is make believe
Where do we stand
This wall… is it brick or is it sand
is it wood or is it glass
that will shatter in an instant
if someone takes a leap of faith
Or is it water
that distorts the image of the person on the other side
but is so refreshing to walk through
Who really knows
Why he leaves
When he leaves
01 Friday Apr 2016
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inThe truth.
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25 Friday Mar 2016
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inIt was a frosty Wednesday morning and she was power-walking her way to work. Only one thought occupying her mind: there was no doubt about it, for the past nine months she’d been stuck in a rut. Nine months. Nine WHOLE months. She could’ve done something productive like created a new life in that time! But no, she’d opted to waste 36 weeks of her life pining after her ex.
Much to her frustration she still missed him like crazy. Often to the point where she was sure that she felt a physical pain in her chest whenever she was reminded of him. And make no mistake, everything reminded her of him. A whiff of his cologne as she passed a stranger in the street, adverts for his favourite TV show plastered on billboards in Piccadilly Circus, a busker outside Costa singing that song that he’d mimed along to at that cocktail bar in Camden…
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25 Friday Mar 2016
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inGreat poem!
*snap*snap*snap*
I never wanted to fall
In love with
you.
I never wanted
it to happen that
way, never meant to
let the news of your
existence spill across
my being, never meant to
let my heart thump
against my ribs when
you smiled like that
from across the
coffee table. I never
meant to let you
sew the strings of
my heart to yours, never
meant to delve into
the depth of your eyes
when they twinkled with
anticipated mischief, never
meant to look at you
so bemused, like you were
a piece of art only I was
capable of looking at, and that
if I didn’t look hard enough,
I’d never figure it
out. I never meant to try
and fix you, mend
your cracks, because even
though I wanted to be
your Wonder Woman,
you never wanted
to be fixed. I never meant to
lock you in poetry scribbled
across cheap paper, or…
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