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From Sand to Gemstones

Refining Life's Ragged Edges

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poetry

Unfinished

I was once told that everyone has a chapter that they don't read out loud. The only thing that I can say to that is #truth. Something will always be unfinished. Always. But, choosing happy is the best thing now. Quiet... Continue Reading →

She Is

It has been a very eventful weekend. I couldn't sleep tonight for many reasons. And so instead I returned home to write. I can't tell you it makes sense. Or that it's even good. Whatever it is, it is. Sometimes I... Continue Reading →

Trigger

Some series of events have led to once again a time where anxiety and fear has crippled me. 02/01-2/12. Those days can't come soon enough. Or end even faster. I remember a time those feelings weren't associated here. Or ever.... Continue Reading →

Unsettled Heart

It has been a day. A week. I've been trying to shake depression off. It has been a while since I've really been affected. During the holidays it was a little hard but I was able to shake it off.... Continue Reading →

Teardrop Storyteller

My body has become accustomed to waking up at 4a. This morning it told me I had to go to the bathroom and it wasn't willing to wait. I tried for a few minutes to refuse its relief but realized... Continue Reading →

Night’s Aftermath

I can't sleep. Again. I've been up since 1a and I know today will drag because of it. I don't know if it is because of the anticipation of the holiday or my subconscious is trying to say something again.... Continue Reading →

Deja Vu

I was awakened by a dream last night. I have been up since 4a and wrote this poem based off my dream. It's fitting. Deja Vu  I sat there like I had months before Listening to the song play Wondering,... Continue Reading →

The Dragon

The last three months the struggle's been real. I can sum it up to one thing or another but really it's been an accumulation of everything. Life and work. Work and life. Everything is going right yet everything is going... Continue Reading →

The Storm

The rain will fall in sadness. The thunder will sound in silence. The lightning will strike in loneliness. The storm will always brew inside.

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