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I Think, Perhaps, Sometimes We Know How Badly A Decision Will Hurt Us, But We Choose To Ignore Our Gut

I think, perhaps, sometimes we know how badly a decision will hurt us, But we choose to ignore our gut feeling Maybe because we are tired of playing it safe Or maybe because there's always some hope left inside of us which we can't let go of. ~ A.G.

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“Your bones

have become a cage

and I

your faithful

songbird.”

   -EL


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8 years ago

“I could play sad symphonies

on your collarbones

as we lie in bed,

surrounded by waves

of cotton, sea foam

dripping from our mouths,

chins, and fingers,

electric currents sweeping us away

to the pillow beaches.

Morning sun rays

tan our skin as we lie,

in bed,

and whisper ‘I love you.’”

      -EL


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8 years ago

“The world told her

she was like a butterfly–

beautiful and free–

but she misconceived

and tried to soar,

so off the cliff

she leaped.”

   -EL


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8 years ago

“We’re just lost souls

in a pool of unclean vessels

drowning in empty words.”

   -EL


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8 years ago

“Hang a For Sale sign

on my brain because I don’t

want it; it cannot house

me anymore than cotton

protects flesh from rain.

Post an Out of Order sign

on my brain because I can’t

function anymore; it does

not glimmer like the

strand of Christmas lights

with the one broken bulb.

Nail a Beware sign

on my brain because it

destroys; it’s the hurricane

tsunami headed straight

toward the glass city.”

   -EL


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