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to me, love

no longer matters

much

— @thepoetrycrow

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I will trade you one terrible memory for a memory I have of a young pine tree covered in butterflies.

A hundred monarchs resting on their long flight have lit here, on these green needles.  You reach out.  The tired creatures crawl onto your arms, wings slowly parting and closing, parting and closing, as they breathe.  They rest, covering you in magic.  You spin in the sunlight, laughing.  You are very small, and they glow like candles behind colored glass.

I will trade you one awful, inescapable thing for this one golden moment in time, this moment of honeycomb light and a warm autumn day tapering to endless evening.

Look, you have made the trade.  You can take your memory back anytime, but you do not need to bear it always.  Now I will hold it for you so that for a while it can be smaller and further away.

Look at the butterflies.

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“They told me you were gone and I screamed. I wailed, I cried and I screamed. As loud as I could. I halfway hoped that if you could hear me screaming on your way to heaven, you would turn around and come back to me.”

— hdhwrites

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I’d like to put this on greeting cards, but I’m afraid people won’t get it. 😔

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To avoid criticism, do nothing, say nothing, be nothing.

—Elbert Hubbard

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I had

within me a great heart

dreaming

of a family

and a

life much larger

than most.

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I fear

what I

believe.

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Writing Prompt: What do you see in the dark with only a single candle to guide you?

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Feeling

was far worse

when

it was all locked up.

In life

I think

that one should

be

proud to feel

an awful lot.

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Don’t fear

this

sadness,

it’s as expected.

— @thepoetrycrow

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When I die, don’t look for me in the stars,

Look for me in my words.

Look for me in the books that line the shelves,

The letter “R” and the letter “E—"

And in every word you see them,

Please think of me.


Look for me where I’ve walked

And where I’ve never been.

Look for me in sadness, and I’ll be there...

But look for me in joy, too, won’t you?

Since they’re both so beautiful,

And both so true.

When I die, come look for me here;

Words won’t just disappear.

— @thepoetrycrow

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Once said Wordsworth: there are “thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.”

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Have you ever found a printing error in one of your books?

Reading: Poems of Tennyson, 1950

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“The artist who paints only what is in his mind must very soon repeat himself.”

–Pierre-Auguste Renoir

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“A good name is better than riches.”

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I can't seem to let myself leave you,

But I can't breathe anymore.

– Novo Amor, “Repeat Until Death”

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She sat in a little ball, still and white, with big eyes. With a kiss, the boy leaves through the window; out there is a shadow waiting for Annie to sleep.

A monster.