Poetry and Prose
My poetry and prose.
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How to Say Goodbye.
XX, I hope you are okay with me returning all your stuff. I am not doing it out of spite, but because they no longer feel like mine to keep or to cherish. For a long time, I operated on the belief that anything, absolutely anything, is possible if you worked hard enough for it.…
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Sunshine Saviour
I see you and the winter of my gaze turns into autumn. my heart opens itself to spring and before I know it the midnight of my soul has filled my every vein with sunlight. Every day with you is summer.
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a simple confession
I don’t know the exact moment it happened. I don’t remember where or even how. But suddenly the stars were silent, the sky devoid of everything except the w h i s p e r of the moon.
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Sea of Silence (Look, it’s a working title ok?)
Tonight I laid beneath a galaxy of emotion Striking, and paralyzing, and somber and I wondered
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Letting Go
I unfolded it from the awkward skeleton of emotions it had become From the confining lines of unshared passions and unsure promises And with sure and gentle fingers, with a little bit of sadness too, I refashioned it with all its imperfections and all its torn sides– into a blue paper crane That could crane…
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And That’s When I Knew
Still, I dived– Headlong With you and into the waters unthinking and unafraid, Into the tides that stretched Far along the horizon Sun drenched and smiling In a chaos of our making
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just another dumb poem
I refuse to romanticize myself. I am unstable and indecisive. Impatient and overly impassioned by the smallest things.
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Today, the book I was reading got wet I left it outside on the porch, let the rain Trample over the opened pages, and didn’t realize what I had done until the downpour subsided And the rain slowed to a drizzle
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To You
In this world, we are only ever given choices To hate, to love, to take a left or turn right To fight another day or collapse within ourselves and let our fragile hearts consume us
Via Justine De fant 