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Lips

I love the freckles on your cupid's bow

Their arrows shot me a long time ago

Your blue eyes drown me in the summer time

Dark eyeliner accentuates,

The cold stare you give me in the mirror

Under-eyes like dinner plates

Nothings clear when you're around

I'll throw structure out the window

I love your crooked smile,

And the way you laugh at everything

Eyes open wide, warm hands drip down my skin

You feel like a box-fan's gentle breeze

On a balmy summer evening

Skin so soft like buttercream

I'll melt into cream from the touch of your lips

The way you press your thighs open

Milky, berry, sweet, and sticky

Baby you're a goddess on earth

The ground bows to your feet

How I yearn to hear you laugh

To hold you when the waterfalls erupt

A fire roars inside you, yet wind wisps gently,

By the hair tucked behind your ears

Your piercings jingle a sweet little tune,

and I stare at your shine in the water's reflection

Walk with me darling please, I've fallen in love

Let me play in your sandy sunshine hair

Never stop speaking for what you believe

Your kindness stops me in my tracks

Like a train without brakes

Honey I need you bad

Caress my face and kiss my neck

Let me hear your voice in my ear

Let me never let you go

I love the freckles on your cupid's bow

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I've been thinking about the quote "I am a museum of everything I've loved" quite often as of late, and I'd like to expand on it a bit. I agree, that we are museums of everything we have loved, but just like the National Museum of Brazil, Alexandria, Timbuktu, and the House of Wisom, some day we, and everything within us will be gone. We cannot let ourselves become dragons sitting upon our hoards of memories. We can embrace and share the things we've loved every day. Just like reading a good but heartbreaking book, we can still enjoy and share some excellent quotes without dredging up the full pain it once gave us. It is important to remember why we fell in love with these things. These ideas are not attached to those that we loved, but attached to what we saw within them. Our love was real, and tangible. We are our own museum coordinators and librarians. We can choose what objects and books to keep on display. The more love we shared, the more impactful the work will seem. Why not share it? Why not embrace it? In the end, it was our love that we saw in their reflection all along.

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Apple Cider

Written Sept 12th 2018

Apples and spice 

Sure can be nice 

But the taste of your lips remains 

Falls turn to winter 

Your love like a splinter,

Small but painful all the way

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Written Oct 17th 2018

I'm not happy

My pretty words have fled

Anxiety, reflection, dread

What will come next to scare me out of bed?

Lonely I'll stay til I'm dead

I'm not happy

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Ghosts whisper in my ear They’ve been telling me to jump for years I yell back I fight I ignore them I’ve saved others from those ghosts' awful words I made a vow to them It would be insulting to cave to those ghosts now, wouldn’t it? It doesn’t matter though, does it? Ghosts whisper in my ear It never ends They know I’m weak They know I’m ugly They know I’m gullible They know I cried after I helped the others I thought I made that vow to them, But was it made at all? It doesn’t matter though, does it? Ghosts whisper in my ear It feels like they never died They’re the voices of my mother They’re the voices of my classmates They’re the voices of my lovers Sweet sing-song voices are hard to ignore Vows don’t mean a thing if you’re dead I’ve been lied to and tricked more times than I can count It doesn’t matter though, does it? The ghosts will whisper in my ear forever I can try to yell I can try to fight I can try to ignore them But it feels like I’ll never be able to save myself Can I keep the vow I made to myself? Every person I’ve trusted with my heart, crushed it in their palms It doesn’t matter though, does it? Ghosts whisper in my ear

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After years of disconnecting, dissociating, and self abandoning, I've been thawed from my frozen state. I'm suddenly surrounded by the friends I've always wanted. I have the job that pays my bills and gets me by. I'm out of a toxic relationship. I'm healing from my past abuse. She did it. She got me here. I was seemingly asleep for the ride, but I know it wasn't easy. I'm so full of joy and gratitude, yet at a loss for words on the outpouring of grief. I lost years of my life that I'll never get back. I didn't get to grow up and discover who I was like other people did. I was forced to survive and survive alone. I'm so happy to be alive, but so upset that I died in the process of getting to this place. I'm here. I am me. I am alive. I have the freedom of expression. I can find myself. It's ok to start from scratch. It's ok to not know. It's ok to be innocent, to try something new. It's ok to say no to things you don't like. It's ok to be open about difficult things. It's ok to not act happy all of the time. It's ok to enjoy "weird" things. It's ok to get help. Its ok to not have everything figured out. It's ok to start from scratch. There isn't any rush. Life isn't over. It just felt like it. You will be ok. I will be ok. She survived.

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Hieu Minh Nguyen, from “Staying Quiet"

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L. A. Johnson, from "Birthmark"

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Forrest Gander, Mojave Ghost

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nana by ai yazawa

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2025 WILL bring joy

2025 WILL bring community

2025 WILL bring better mental and physical health

2025 WILL bring more openness with friends

2025 WILL bring a new apartment

2025 WILL bring more travel and experiences

2025 WILL be great because I'll make it that way

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There is so much power in gentleness

I'm seeing it more every day

A soft hand on your face

More powerful than any sheer will

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Maybe it's time to listen to 12 year old me

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“You cannot find peace by avaoiding life.”

— Virginia Woolf

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Words won’t come from these old, creaky fingers easily

Words won’t spew from these frozen lips without thaw

Power won’t flow from these sore, overused muscles until they rest

Power won’t be drawn from this magical crown, until you’re left in your own awe

Greatness can’t be seen through clouded eyes without cure

Greatness can’t be left from footsteps that have never touched the ground

Your life can’t move on without inching this old used up body, just a bit more

Your life can’t be made magic, without pain, without hurt, or without you around