tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61352392534403104932024-03-13T07:57:21.869-07:00All You Remember Now Is What You FeelThese are the words that crowd my mind. These are the feelings I drown in. And this is how I keep them separate from me. This is how I keep on living.C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06755842319578397821noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135239253440310493.post-72727097316807924642013-08-09T13:14:00.001-07:002013-08-09T13:14:00.041-07:00The Same ChangesSome things never change. <div>And some things you <i>thought</i> would never change, do change </div><div>and then you're </div><div><b>free</b>. </div>C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06755842319578397821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135239253440310493.post-19157390229452931412013-08-09T08:18:00.001-07:002013-08-09T08:18:54.003-07:00The Songs In My Head<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">all the cities with the bright lights, they're not all pretty on the inside. </span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">where am i going. </span></div>C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06755842319578397821noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135239253440310493.post-66833092475275503012013-07-28T14:02:00.001-07:002013-07-30T07:15:10.497-07:00The Brave.Be strong enough to leave it <div>behind you. </div>C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06755842319578397821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135239253440310493.post-50153127371852460992013-07-26T16:08:00.001-07:002013-07-26T16:33:14.648-07:00The Wolf In Sheep's Clothing.Uncertainty leads to opportunity, so they say, but they never told us that the opportunities laid down aren't just for us.<br />
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They're for doubt to sink into our minds,</div>
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negativity to gnaw at our bones,</div>
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unbelief to settle in our hearts,<br />
fear to control our choices,</div>
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self-loathing to poison our souls,</div>
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isolation and distrust to run our lives.</div>
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The opportunities belong to them as much as they belong to us. </div>
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So take action quickly, my love, </div>
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before they ruin you. </div>
C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06755842319578397821noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135239253440310493.post-42672755381018022282013-07-25T22:37:00.001-07:002013-07-25T22:37:55.092-07:00The Lack of AirSometimes the memories suffocate you the hardest when you're letting them go. <div>Let go anyway. </div>C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06755842319578397821noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135239253440310493.post-72040724829365497052013-07-25T05:58:00.001-07:002013-07-26T16:20:31.274-07:00The Morning MadnessMornings are the hardest part of my day.<br />
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I wake up and all my defenses are down and I feel every bad emotion all at once. </div>
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Fear</div>
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Depression</div>
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Anxiety</div>
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Reluctance</div>
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Sorrow</div>
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And I remember all the memories of you that I want to block out. </div>
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Some days it's harder to get the defenses back up. </div>
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Some days I just feel too tired. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135239253440310493.post-34794471055468241302013-07-23T17:25:00.001-07:002013-07-23T23:03:29.093-07:00The Coffins Are Empty But The Graveyard's FullPeople don't have to be 6 feet under in order to be dead. <div>You can turn anyone into a ghost,</div><div><div>so it's easier to just pretend you're dead. </div></div><div>Sometimes I even forget. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135239253440310493.post-3416000526877425462013-07-22T21:33:00.001-07:002013-07-22T21:33:49.440-07:00Jane Doe"The autopsy report came in", he said. <div>"What was the cause of death?", she asked.</div><div>"His name, etched and bloody on her heart", he replied, "She never had a chance."</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135239253440310493.post-6658455432457673422013-07-21T23:19:00.001-07:002013-07-21T23:19:54.286-07:00The RefusalI don't want to love you anymore, so I took it all and buried it somewhere in the confines of my being. It's under lock and key, I never let myself feel it..<div>But that doesn't always keep it from seeping out. </div><div>I hate the way that feels. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135239253440310493.post-53743893320649134752013-07-19T15:38:00.001-07:002013-07-19T15:38:12.965-07:00The Empathized<div>"Don't rush into anything.</div><div>Don't listen to people. </div><div>Everyone handles life at their own pace. </div>Sometimes you just need a minute. <div>Just to be 'okay'."</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135239253440310493.post-89200618285107450192013-07-16T22:18:00.001-07:002013-07-16T22:18:04.671-07:00The Water Still RushesIt gets better, then worse, then better again. Like the ebb and flow, it comes and goes<div>and nothing you do can stop it. </div><div><br></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135239253440310493.post-7777982802208097052013-07-14T13:54:00.001-07:002013-07-14T14:35:37.769-07:00The Intruders<span style="color: cyan;">They're knocking,</span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">slipping notes under the doors</span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">and through the floorboards. </span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">They want you to believe they're here to fill you with happiness and passion,</span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">but will only leave you with heartache and sorrow so deep you'll drown. </span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">They're waiting, </span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">they're persistent,</span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">but don't let the memories in. </span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">They'll destroy your heart. </span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135239253440310493.post-76985377902102503782013-07-14T13:09:00.001-07:002013-07-14T13:20:17.552-07:00The Fracturing Matter<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: cyan;">And you're cracking</span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">you're breaking,</span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">you're shattering,</span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">into a million little pieces no one else can save.</span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">I can see you crumbling, but you fall apart faster than I can gather the pieces.</span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">And it doesn't even matter this time because we both know that you will never,</span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">ever,</span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">be able to love like that again. </span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">You will never be able to save them. </span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">And if you can't save them, </span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">it doesn't seem worth it to save yourself.</span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">What is life without love? </span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">And what is love without them?</span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">It is nothing; we both know it. </span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">So I will try to make you comfortable, try to lift your dying spirits</span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">until all that's left is the ghost of your sad story and the memory, like rotting flesh,</span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">that I couldn't save you.</span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">And there is no one, now,</span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;">who can save me. </span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135239253440310493.post-56543781312996906792012-04-24T17:08:00.001-07:002013-07-12T15:13:45.297-07:00Never Forget This.<div class="separator" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: cyan;">They change you. Forever. In some ways, it's improvement. In others, it's setback. And when they change you, they leave parts of themselves behind inside of you.<br>When the grieving has passed and the major hurts are gone and you're left with just the small hurts, make sure you can still look back and smile about the good times, without crying over them. <br>It's important that you learn to love and cherish those parts they left behind, rather than hating them. They are part of you. Love them. They've made you who you are.<br>And it's important to look back with love and gratitude on the person who left you. They taught you things you could not learn on your own. You do not owe them anything for that, but remember to always be kind and civil. Love them for what they gave you, not what they took from you. <br>You might always miss them. You might always have the small hurts. But wish the best for them. Wish the best for yourself. And know in your heart that this, too, shall pass.</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135239253440310493.post-8648277157516316392010-12-29T20:32:00.004-07:002013-04-25T11:59:54.056-07:00The Doing Of Things You'd Rather Leave Un-done.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8DJYpmk95kg/TRv9g8yskpI/AAAAAAAAAaY/MhdqMUWj6Sk/s1600/tumblr_l2ollprLhF1qazmfgo1_500.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556313307808043666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8DJYpmk95kg/TRv9g8yskpI/AAAAAAAAAaY/MhdqMUWj6Sk/s320/tumblr_l2ollprLhF1qazmfgo1_500.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;">I will no longer dwell</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;">on dreams of you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;">and forget to live</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;">the life that is mine to lead.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;">For there is more for me here than my dreams of you have to offer.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;">And I'll take that, even if it means I'm alone, here.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135239253440310493.post-59818354271678747122010-12-23T21:39:00.011-07:002013-04-25T11:59:54.051-07:00The Last Embrace.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8DJYpmk95kg/TRQrtyO_IqI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/jFVMabGUkK0/s1600/Light_leaks_1600x1200_by_damnengine-630x473.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554112306033402530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8DJYpmk95kg/TRQrtyO_IqI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/jFVMabGUkK0/s320/Light_leaks_1600x1200_by_damnengine-630x473.jpg" /></a> <div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8DJYpmk95kg/TRQm_APRx2I/AAAAAAAAAZs/g3ikvknnFvE/s1600/Bridge_Wallpaper_by_tonvanalebeek-630x394.jpg"></a></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;">Sometimes you just have to walk away and</span><span style="color:#66ffff;"> let go of the things that cannot be, e</span><span style="color:#66ffff;">ven if it hurts, even if you don't want to, even if you know you're going to lose more than you've ever had.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;">Even if you know they're going to pull at your heart no matter how far you go.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;">Just keep walking.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0