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You told me               “It’s better to Love               And Lost,               Than to never               Have loved               At all.” When I told you How afraid I was

My feet hit The Pavement Adrenaline, Not Honey Ran through my Veins

Regret is not In my vocabulary But, fear, is I am more Afraid Of loss

So I bite And wait I don’t want To hate The day I met You

Nor do I Ever Wish to Forget~

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Fingers splayed across my hips

Nail digging into my skin

As I throw my head back

My feelings disappear

Descending into madness

Am I Alice or the Hatter

Either way, it does not matter

For a few seconds

Nothing else exists

But movement and sound

The Cheshire cat and

Vanishing Grin

Swallows the bottle

Before it explodes~

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so a few days ago i sat down for dinner and my mom handed me the camera with a strange look on her face. all she said was “you need to see this” and i was like ?? okay

but then

that is my dad with a pigeon on his head.

SO OF COURSE MY REACTION WAS JUST “WHAT?! HOW??? HOW” and APPARENTLY when my dad was outside gardening, he saw it land on the roof of our house. and then it just. flew down. and landed on his head

BUT NOW IT WON’T LEAVE

like the other morning i stepped outside to call my dad in for lunch and the pigeon was just sitting on the front porch watching him work

best friends forever

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Mirror, mirror Will you remember

When I forget what Pain laced with pleasure As my nails Scrape skin Sharp gasps As teeth dig in Leaving little marks

My fingers trace Short-lived Reminders Of Harsh Breaths And Easy Play

Time Fades Skin and Memories Leaving only imprints For my mirror

(Realizing falling love leaves a lot of romantic poems, so apologies, but hey at least I’m writing again)

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Cold bars bite

Into my hands

As I settle

In your heat

The world recedes

As I close my eyes

In a single breath

Light and Shadow

Intermix

As static electricity

Leaps

Back and Forth

My fingers

Just cold enough

To freeze time,

For just a

Moment

With you~

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Soft notes settle

As I perch

In my seat

My, usually,

Restless brain

Is finally stilled.

Fears and Anxiety

Washed away

For a few moments.

A quickening rhythm

Under

A soothing melody~

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Lies become truths

Truths become lies

I repeat the

Same Lines

Like a charm

A Prayer, Wishing

With repetition

That I'll believe

My tears

Caught

In the back

Of my throat

I swallow

My anxiety

Insecurity

Doubt

And

Forcibly Digest

Maturity battles

The Child

Inside of me

The Knowledge

To let go

The Need

To cling on

I play by

Nonsensical rules

Imaginary Boundaries

Playing jump rope

With emotions

Looking on

One side

Then the other

Hoping

I won't trip

Because

I've already

Fallen~

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Clever Words Make Shaky breaths

Contradictions  Beat Within my chest

People love fear And  I fear love

The outside  Seems All the same~

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Sometimes you just need something ridiculously sweet in your life~

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Sometimes I wonder What it would be like To sink into Another person To blur the boundaries To not know Where one ends And another begins To know another Conscious So well But not know anything At all

Sometimes I wonder If I fall too fast But never far enough Leaving imprints On other people’s souls And disappearing Like the fog In the morning

Sometimes I wonder Will my heart Find the answers? Maybe I won’t Maybe I don’t Need Such trivial things With this bird In my chest That beats An irregular rhythm I’ll watch my world Burst into bloom~

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Laughter escapes My lips At the absurdity As clothes fall To my feet

I still fail To see This ravaging need I hear

My eyes close And I settle Into Heat Laughter escapes My lips At this absurdity

(I haven’t written in forever. As I’m growing closer to closing a chapter to my life, I’m finding it easier to just laugh at things.)

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(Well that's one semester that is over. Walking into college, I didn't really know what I was expecting. Honestly, I still oind of don't. All in all, I'm still grateful for the people I've met.~)

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One needs freedom to be able to gain knowledge, and knowledge allows one to be free.

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I love the way Paper soaks up ink When my fingertips Translate images into creases Calling forth words into existence

It is natural For me to write The way salmon Battles upstream Just so it could leave Something of itself Before leaving this world

I share because I want to touch you To reach across this expanse To see the soul in your breath To caress your thoughts To treasure your story I want to fall head over heels Straight into your pages

But words do not live Solely in dusty corners And hidden drawers They are better Hung in the air Like beautiful lights To bring the room to life

My words do not belong to me They are meant for others So that they may teach me And the more I find The more beautiful this evolution Becomes

I love All the colors permeating the air The way ink stains My fingers After making a stained glass window Of the eyes of the world~

(Thanksgiving break is finally here! I can finally go back to writing things for myself and not for Professors. I only have a week, but I’m gonna milk it for everything it’s worth)

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“There are a lot of things I want, but most importantly I want you to be happy. The selfish part of me wants to change the world so I can be the one who brings it to you. That’s not how this symphony goes though. In the far-off distance, I can hear this movement, our movement, coming to an end. A new movement, with two heart-wrenchingly beautiful melodies, is about to start. Can I listen to this masterpiece knowing I am no longer part of the orchestra?”

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Arrhythmia

A fluttering heartbeat

A second absent

Like breaths

Between kisses

What is so powerful

To make the body

Forget

How to beat

How to breathe?

Maybe it's

Philophobia

Or maybe it's

Coup de foudre

Either way

I'm in for a ride~

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Childish laughter As well-played words A smile At a memory That play Into reality

As I curl Under blankets To escape the cold I remember The warmth From a lover’s Embrace~

(As the weather turns colder, or at least I think Texas weather is turning colder, I kind of just want to curl up with someone special and read. Don’t judge me, as a college student still means productivity does not end. Doesn’t mean I can’t still have fun tho.)