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valentine wrote about the word fences 1 year, 3 months ago
they block us out
separate us
we build them
in our yards
in our hearts
in our minds
in our souls.
we do not want things to touch
nothing can be associated with anything
white picket fences, they look nice
they still separate
chain link look poor and sad
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valentine wrote about the word dusk 1 year, 5 months ago
Colors mixing in the sky above me. Clouds swirling. Headlights blind me as I fly down the freeway. I hug the curves, my foot heavy on the gas pedal. The sun bids me farewell and mocks me, telling me I’ll never make it home, before the sun sets on my life. and I’ll be alone, [...]
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valentine wrote about the word obey 1 year, 5 months ago
To follow. Submissive. I don’t want to. I should, I suppose. But it’s so difficult. We always want most what we cannot have. Why? Why would you make these rules and expect me to blindly follow you through the dark. I want to carry my own torch, to be my own guiding light.
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valentine wrote about the word autumn 1 year, 6 months ago
crisp cool breeze on my face such the opposite of your breathe on my neck. Calming and Soothing. Crunchy beneath my feet are the leaves, Bringing a smile to my face, like the smile i bring to yours.
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valentine wrote about the word downpour 1 year, 6 months ago
Crashing, pouring all around me. Where Are you? I need you now. You know I’m short. I won’t survive when this begins to build up around me. I need you to help me. I’ve been to proud before but even I know I can’t handle this onslaught on my own. Here in this storm, I’m [...]
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valentine wrote about the word combination 1 year, 6 months ago
of all the things. this is what we got. the two most unlikely things. together in unison. Tall and short. Skinny and Fat. I never believed when they said opposites attract.
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valentine wrote about the word riots 1 year, 6 months ago
Blood runs through the streets like rain on a London day. Screaming Shouting Running Fleeing. do we have a goal here? Fear does not accomplish anything. Fear in our minds, Fear in our bodies. Fight till we are fought and then we take flight. But where does the madness stop.
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valentine wrote about the word still 1 year, 6 months ago
Stillness is the cup of coffee on the kitchen counter, absent-mindedly cooling. Stillness is the peace that washes over our souls when our minds have nowhere to wander. My soul is not still. It writhes and screams and pleas. My mind races, my coffee steams and shakes in my hand. I cannot be still.
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