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Everlasting Combusting Bombastic
The flame rose as he reached for greatness, half emboldened, half-blinded, and fully committed in the pursuit of fulfilling one heart’s desire: to restore, to repair, to replenish the cavernous well of optimistic joy he one felt. Then, like now, his mission was the same, to erase the pain he did not claim. Yet, a…
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What Becomes from the Catacombs
Is this heaven or hell?From under the words become a spell.A moment so dear you must retell.Or is it that you flew so high right before you fell.In the moment, that you’ve grown from it.If only while running the race as the memories of yourself, you now displace.Serving love instead of hate and such a…
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Siempre | Always
I will love you for the remainder of my days.The universe chose you for me,Every day I am thankful for your love.You gave me some of my happiest days,And I hope I reflected them back to you.I hope that you know My love never ends.For you, my heart still yearns.We can still make this work?I…
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Heartbeats
One more second. Is another that I grow weary of being here. One more minute. Is that I am constantly reminded of my faults. One more hour. Is a measure of my life, my strength, my heart, my hopes, dashed. One more day. Is another that I’m reminded that you’re not here. That you were…
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You Deserve a Better Man.
The game was not all mine, it never was. This game of Life was your devilish plan. Congratulations, I am thrilled that you’re proud of yourself. I guess. Let us remember a few things. Love was real. It always was At least from my side.These are my table scraps I will take them as they…
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One More: Darkness. One More: Light
I could not live with myself without giving it another try. I told you before, there is something incredibly special about you. You are a person who lit up a very dark part of my life. There is no way I’ve been able to get over you anytime soon. You meant the world to me.…
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If You Only Could Have Spoken to Me.
It will get better, they say. It will get easier, they say. It will stop hurting, they say. It is a process, they say. Time is a process, I said. Time stops the hurting, I said. Time does not make it easier, I said. Time does not make life better, I said. Yes, time marches…
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Friday, What I Never Wanted to Say.
This may be the hardest stanza I have ever not wanted to write. Though, if you are on the other side of this, as you read it, you may find yourself grinning with some devilish delight. This, I have never wanted to admit to myself out of fright. Saying this out loud, putting it down…
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Thursday, A New Way to Stay
We don’t always choose the path. The path we must take. Those we must forsake. The path each of our steps have led us down. We must, we must, we must take each step. One foot in front of the other, the cliche must say. We choose to be strong. When strength is all we…
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Wednesday, What Games We Played
You said it was my game you found, you continued, you played. Yes, that’s what you said. Me, you played, instead you tore my limbs from my life and my love from my heart. It was me you played with every note, every stanza, every lyric, every melody, it was me you played. Maybe you…
Writing from This Heart:
My heart is always on my sleeve. May the words from my heart touch your soul and shine a light to help you out of your own darkness, just as experiencing and feeling them have done for me.
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