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to grow freely. like the flowers.
it is ok to let go of anger to quietly forgive those who hurt you in the past this is a gift - for you. not for them. to step out of resentment to release yourself from the shackles of disappointment to be alive inside your skin, again. to grow freely. like the flowers. rising up to the sunlight stretching out tall feeling hope flood in. remembering what it feels like to move smoothly, exist in the world without the burden of pain riding your shoulders to be weightless. in the best way. go on. fly free. it is ok.
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lies and smiles
…What have I eaten?
Lies and smiles.
Surely the sky is not that color,
Surely the grass should be rippling.All day, gluing my church of burnt matchsticks,
I dream of someone else entirely.
And he, for this subversion,
Hurts me, he
With his armor of fakery,His high cold masks of amnesia.
How did I get here?
Indeterminate criminal,
I die with variety—
Hung, starved, burned, hooked.I imagine him
Impotent as distant thunder,
In whose shadow I have eaten my ghost ration.
I wish him dead or away.
That, it seems, is the impossibility.That being free. What would the dark
~sylvia plath, excerpt from “the jailer”
Do without fevers to eat?
What would the light
Do without eyes to knife, what would he
Do, do, do without me?
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bleeding heart
a heart that does not bleed
is not stronger than one that does -
it is simply dead already.
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snowflakes
what if we all defaulted
to treating one another
like snowflakes, truly:
delicate, beautiful, unique
things of wonder
that reflect light onto one another
what if it was not
a point of shame, an insult,
to be soft and delicate,
to melt in the presence of warmth –
like the bleeding hearts in our chests –
what if we glisten so brightly
that we wear down one another’s
hardest edges, break through the ice,
and all that is left is
an infinite swirling mass
made of prismatic pieces of love,
little geometric wonders,
floating and bouncing
off one another, endlessly,
in all our vulnerable glory?
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stillness
You are the stillness beneath the mental noise.
~Eckhart Tolle
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she whispered to me, softly
she whispered to me, softly;
her words spin round my head;
i cannot soon forget them,
for this is what she said,
“each day i hide in shadow;
by night, i kill and eat.
those who most despise me,
i sample like a treat;
when they are not looking
i dance into an open sleeve…
instead of complete draining,
i only give a ‘kiss,’ then leave.”
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she.leans.in.
soft breezes blow; her memories stir
she reflects on lies
that sounded like love
the evil seed of deception grew a towering tree
he thought that it would fruit
to feed only him
but wickedness does not equal wisdom
the tree is now her strength
and has grown in his absence
she is stretching her branches to shelter many others
as a storm marches in
her deep, strong roots take hold and
she.leans.in.
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lucid slumber of sadness
i need you to come now
and whisper in my ear
of heartbreak and tragedy
rap on the walls of my soul
and shake things up a bit
wake me, rudely, from
this lucid slumber of sadness –
it’s almost morning now
and there is no time
in the bright sunshine
for tears and sorrow
so come now, quickly,
before the sun rises
and fill me up with
all the agonies i can bear
so i can wring them out
and then start anew.
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