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Jacque Pierce: August 2013
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Take Only Photos, Steal Only Time, Leave Only Footprints. Friday, August 30, 2013. Where The Heart Is. Eyes red from tears that have shed. Clutching my side feeling my heart has died. I don't know what to do anymore. Being beaten by greater than the power of Thor. No one can see the battle raging inside me. A full out war with me behind in score. It hurts always hurts to know that no one can see the show. People always seem to hide what they are truly feeling, DON'T BE A ROBOT! Scream it to the sky!
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Jacque Pierce: September 2013
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Take Only Photos, Steal Only Time, Leave Only Footprints. Monday, September 30, 2013. The prettiest smile hide the deepest secrets. The prettiest eyes have cried the most tears. And the kindest hearts have felt the most pain.". I may be walking tall. But my spine is curling inside. I may have a smile on my face. But I cry when I am alone. I try so hard to build myself up. Only to tear myself down. I would like to know as well. I look in the mirror and see an empty shell. There is no light or life shinning.
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Jacque Pierce: November 2013
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Take Only Photos, Steal Only Time, Leave Only Footprints. Sunday, November 24, 2013. That's what my heart is. There is nothing there. I don't know what is beating. But it isn't a heart. A heart of darkness. That is all I have ever known. I have forgotten what light feels like. What the suns warmth feels like on my skin. My strength is just an accident owed to the weakness of others. Friday, November 22, 2013. Window to the soul. To dream a dream. Rock a bye baby. Wednesday, November 20, 2013. Alone in th...
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Jacque Pierce: Looking Back
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Take Only Photos, Steal Only Time, Leave Only Footprints. Sunday, December 8, 2013. I remember the smell of my grandmas perfume. The sweet yet vintage smell. I remember when you called be beautiful. I remember when I first started falling for you. I remember the first time I rode my bike, the fear, the excitement, the freedom. I remember when my best friend was shy and quiet. I created a monster. I remember the smell of chocolate chip cookies. I remember when pluto was a planet. I remember Thanksgiving a...
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Jacque Pierce: Realization
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Take Only Photos, Steal Only Time, Leave Only Footprints. Thursday, April 24, 2014. Control has melted away. Scars of tears rolling down my face. I can't seem to hold them in, no matter how hard I try. I always thought I was strong, that I could get through anything. I have tried to be strong for far too long. I use to pride myself for not crying. Now it is my only relief and it comes more often now then ever before. No, I am not tired all the time! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Life is a storm.
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Jacque Pierce: October 2013
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Take Only Photos, Steal Only Time, Leave Only Footprints. Thursday, October 31, 2013. You Are Not There. I swear you are not there. You are not on my mind. I'm not thinking about you like pens think about ink. I am not writing your name on my wrists anymore. The ink has. I'm not thinking about you like roses think about thorns. You are not pricking my finger and drawing my love. Just blood and pain. You're not on my mind like tear drops think about falling. But they are falling. Monday, October 28, 2013.
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Jacque Pierce: Ruler of Shadows
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Take Only Photos, Steal Only Time, Leave Only Footprints. Monday, December 2, 2013. A kingdom of isolation and it looks like I'm the queen. Ruler of the night. I rule over the shadows. No light shines through. Everything is black and white. There use to be. But I'm not who I was before. Alone with my thoughts. That scream louder than my mouth. I think about you all the time. You never seem to leave. I want to go back. Back to a blissful time. But everything remains grey. I remain the queen of isolation.
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Jacque Pierce: February 2014
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Take Only Photos, Steal Only Time, Leave Only Footprints. Tuesday, February 4, 2014. Get out this pain in my head and in my chest Just set me free! Let me dream, let me rise. I just want to dream with my eyes open. But my head pounds and it wont stop. It is pumping the pain through my veins, my hands starting to shake. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Life is a storm. Parallax: The Inner-Thought Dialogues. RUSTY SOULS AND NAKED HEARTS. I Remember Hating Nostalgia. (the remix). Tales of a Teen. So long, Paris.
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Jacque Pierce: December 2013
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Take Only Photos, Steal Only Time, Leave Only Footprints. Friday, December 20, 2013. I am searching for the true. Me I am the ghost. Of who I use to be, living half alive. I need to change before it is too late. No more wishing. On stars. It never works anyways. Maybe my hero is just running late. Maybe he is busy saving the world. Saving everyone else but me. Well I am tired of waiting for him to come and save me. I am t.o.r.n. I have a war in my mind and I am a prisoner. Waiting, waiting, waiting.
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Jacque Pierce: Get It Out
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Take Only Photos, Steal Only Time, Leave Only Footprints. Tuesday, February 4, 2014. Get out this pain in my head and in my chest Just set me free! Let me dream, let me rise. I just want to dream with my eyes open. But my head pounds and it wont stop. It is pumping the pain through my veins, my hands starting to shake. February 4, 2014 at 2:08 PM. I loooove this so so much. You are incredible! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Life is a storm. Parallax: The Inner-Thought Dialogues. Tales of a Teen.
