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A trembling heart, with a sky so blue but storms have lived inside my chest, truth is love has never let me rest. Tiptoeing on the edge of you, your voice a shelter and your eyes, they see through the ghosts that still linger in my mind. I’ve danced with fire, burnt many times before.…
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Church lights, hands held tight, once young and filled with life. Broken dreams, drugs dipped in methamphetamine bringing daylight screams to the broken beauty queens. The crippling sense of decay and decline. The complexities of a well placed smile. Young lives, late nights, ending in deep bar fights. Is this what it truly means to…
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I held my head high, integrity I called it. I opened my mouth, assertive I spoke. I never let go.. loyality I told myself. The loyality left me begging for the bare minimum, my assertiveness was mistaken for aggression or passiveness, my integrity was taken as a act of a coward. The underlying message I…
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Internal yearning for something sacred, the illusion of bittersweet memories that are of a fantasy; the story we create for a moment that becomes etched in eternity. I long to cradle the scent of your gentle silhouette as the body and mind reminiscence through grayscale comfort that brings safety to the beaten soul. The glimpse…
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I only found freedom when my idea of freedom was let go, when I replaced the train wreck with the quietness of self.
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The singular purpose to release control of oneself to an intangible entity or being that is not of own control or self. “Higher power” Desire. I became fed on my own destruction of false existence. Lurking in the soot of the undertow of gradual decay and the lingering stench of fragmented recollections. The lost carnage…
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Aphrodite, You smile as I question your existence. The woman that answers the sirens calling, the blissful intoxication of stardust and twilight intensity. The beauty of star crossed lovers. Athena, I look towards you for the empowerment and the emergence of the feminine divine. The power within to follow the truth and stand by your…
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Let the body move to the beat of the ancestral drum. Let the heart feel each vibration as the emptiness of forgotten culture radiates within spiritual ache. Each breath unlocks a memory from another moment linked to another time, that is full of longing and it runs deep through the spine. Craving another who is…
Memoirs of a recovering artist 