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Super Nova (Journal Entry)

November 23, 2017 by Leave a Comment

Guilt, shame, blame. I go through the motions then go back to bed. I can’t turn back and I can’t move forward. This pain in my gut is boiling over.

Fool me once shame on you. Fool me a thousand times and I lost my point of view. How many times can I endure your love? The bane of my existence is my surrender to your…

I… Can’t… Breathe when I think of all the times you shat upon my heart. Maybe this time it sounds a lot better but what is better what all you know is hurt? And I hate the way I feel most times. No words can fill that cup. I drink then I get drunk then I plant face into the dirt.

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The Winepress of Hate (Journal Entry)

July 13, 2017 by Leave a Comment

The delusions of mankind are like shards beneath my feet, bruises on my skin, a fight that I can’t win. I’m drowning in a winepress of narcissistic hate. Peddled out to foolish trolls drunk on hurt and fame. 

They stomp it out, then bottle it up, and pass it off as love. But the mess that’s left behind is all but brushed under the rug. 

The fruit of the vine that keeps on giving, never stops, it carries on. When everything is taken, new life begins to grow. Gathered into compost, scattered in the fields, feeding all the new vines for generations yield. 

So you can throw me in the winepress of narcissistic hate. You can take what’s worth the giving and leave the rest to fate. But beware of the delusion that you’re the one in charge as you sip upon my vengeance and blackout in the yard. 

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A Letter to Myself (Journal Entry)

July 13, 2017 by Leave a Comment

Dear Sweet Maria,

If every famous love quote were compiled into a song, my love for you would remain unsaid. Your passion sets me off into a frenzy of incoherent jitterbugs. Your strength in the forefront of repetitive injury can only be described as the spirit of grace. 

When you fall, you get back up with thrice the wisdom you had before. And even when you fall again, I have no doubt you will endure. 

I am twitterpated by your beauty, not just the cover, but the book that lurks beneath. If you ever gave up on dreaming the Earth would tremble in despair.

Eternal Love,

Maria

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The Coveted Prize (Journal Entry)

July 12, 2017 by Leave a Comment

Tainted memories, faint and bitter sweet. Tossed to the wolves, lost with the sheep. Picking up the pieces but I got nothing left to own. Taped out long before I knew the life that leads to love.

If living were an art form, and love were the coveted prize; my canvas is a heaping pile of confettied hearts and lies.

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Power of Love (Poem)

July 10, 2017 by Leave a Comment

Love is more than a hollow phrase
Undying devotion is True Love’s appraise

Unfailing Love is a solemn troth
Better to be sure than to break your oath

When love is like the morning mist,
Like the early dew that can’t persist

Amongst the sun’s immortal rays
Then vaporize
Wreak cloudy days

Broken hearts
A stream of tears

Staunch bitterness
And rampant fears

Then love is nothing but a joke
You’ll love to hate until you croak

Love is Power
And True Power is Love
But Power itself is void thereof

There is no Love in a powerful one
For Power is subjugation for everyone

Power and Love are add odds with each
With Love ALL Power will soon decrease

When the Power of Love defeats the Love of Power
Then there will be Peace

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I’d Sail Away With You (Lyrics)

November 17, 2016 by Leave a Comment

The road to rest is lost in flames
I wonder if we’re gonna make it through

The mere thought of you could carry me on
Through everything, Your love is true

Rainy days are a summer’s breeze
When your love is all I breath

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Gimme Some Sugar (Lyrics)

October 23, 2016 by Leave a Comment

So sick from your pheromones
Here we go

Stung right from my heart
Where’s the antidote?

Blat Blat
My mind is all blasted out

Point me to the nearest
Way to the hospital

Stop stop
You make me so, Make me so

Gimme some sugar
Before you go, Fore you go

Stop stop
You make me so, Make me so

Gimme some sugar
Before you go, Fore you go

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The Raze Game

February 18, 2016 by Leave a Comment

“There is so much hurt in this game of searching for a mate, of testing, trying. And you realize suddenly that you forgot it was a game, and turn away in tears.” And your tears turn to anger, and your anger turns to hate. And you become so bitter, the salt in your veins can’t mask the scowl on your face.

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