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Awake

I live out

these beautiful dreams,

yet why do I dream

of terrible nightmares?

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A♭

I played

symphonies

of my love

for you,

when you

could hardly

touch a note

in return.

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I love how this photo came out.

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Cycles

We were strangers.

We were friends.

We were lovers.

Now, let’s go back

to where it all began.

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Going to start posting more of my photography, I want to be able to track my progress

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Compliments

It was endearing to hear my former professor compliment my confident aura and intellectual capabilities. I am confident, smart, and capable of achieving what I want to do.

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Just because someone does something personally towards you, doesn’t mean you have to take it personally.

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Her words

birthed poems

which captured

the photographs of life

I didn’t know

I needed to see.

your mind

is a gallery

I want to get lost in

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I peer into the pages of my life and read the pattern of mistakes I’ve made; over, and over, and over again. I’m not reading a fantasy saga but a series of horrors within. Tales left halfway finished, conclusions never read; I’m plagued to make the same choices, always filled with dread.

“See your story through,” I tell myself, “let your life unfold.” I want to see what lies beyond the climax, to see what stories I haven’t told. I’m hoping these tales of horror were just the prologue to the fantasy epic my eyes have yet to behold.

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Smile

The world and its people

were her canvas.

She’d add to the beauty

before her eyes

with paintings of

smiles and happiness

onto other’s faces,

yet she couldn’t

do so

for her

own.

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Alone

Looking back,

one person pieces

numerous memories,

every experience together;

life was full of times,

yet still felt empty.

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Lucky #22

Finding myself

in solitude.

Flushed feelings

down the drain,

boiling anger

coursing through

my veins.

Aching,

hurting,

crying alone.

Suicide is

never the answer

...

but I don’t

even feel at home

in my bones.

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These fragmented feelings felt furiously foul.

6 Word Story #71

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Alone

Looking back,

one person pieces

numerous memories,

every experience together;

life was full of times,

yet still felt empty.

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Smile

The world and its people

were her canvas.

She’d add to the beauty

before her eyes

with paintings of

smiles and happiness

onto other’s faces,

yet she couldn’t

do so

for her

own.

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Broken

Bubbling water boils in the trench of his stomach. Frustration paints over his eyes with cherry red likeness. His body is racing with activity inside, but still, he feels as empty as an outgrown husk.