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Legacy
When we fade into the darkness, who remembers us? Are we nothing more than the dust we return to when our time is up? I remember when I was young, I dreamed about fame. I always wanted the whole world to know my name. Now, my dreams, my visions, my colors are tame. I think…
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Abnegation
“Lose yourself in the art of selflessness,” they say. Lose yourself in the art of forgetting yourself by dedicating your heart to the meek, the poor, the hungry, the homeless, the thirsty, the naked, and the oppressed, for what is better than a life of poverty and self-service? No personality. No flavor. Just gray. Selfless,…
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hear
Her eyes are a festival of warm tears; her ears are a melody of cold fears,for the aria she once heard has turned black—black as a tire that has hit a flat. The world is a void of endless solitude, for the world she knew is quietude. Vibrations rise through her feet; now, she won’t…
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the past complex
Creamy-walled rooms bare the marks of each year.Another year passes;another year is gone. An influx of new and old faces smacks me with tears;once the wound has healed, another mural bleeds into dull palettes. Another year passes; another year is gone. New voices. Old ones fade to oblivion. Each face shreds like paper into the…
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Mirage
I stand in a river of happiness. Everywhere I turn, I see my face against the mirrors of smoke, Lips contorted into a smile, when really, it is broke. I thirst for it—Passion beyond compare,Compassion to despairI lust for it. An addiction feeding me;I cannot quit.What fades is the need to be free. Not unfit,but…
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the carnival
In the night, stars dance across the ceiling as a neon parade swarms the circle. Vibrant diversity rings in each color, in each promenade. A mass of euphoria, of ecstasy, takes over each swing, each dance, each act as they contort themselves, risk themselves, outcast themselves all for the sake of twinkling under the stars.…
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First Heartbreak
Thank you for being first heartbreak. Thank you for putting all at stake. Thank you for making my heart ache. Thank you for breaking my heart. You pushed until I saw red. You pushed until the last straw. I saw it. I broke it. I know it. Me. You. Not us. Me. You. Not us.…
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Watercolor
You’re a kaleidoscope of color in my eyes. Much like a rainbow palette toned into the dull hues of a storm, You drain the world.You bleed through light until the page is sodden and weeping. Something unremitting—something that swells against your very soul is a toxin. Nothing neon. Nothing pastel. Nothing lightening the woe.You’re a…
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Writing to feel the world
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