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The Endless Wait – Tarebearthewriter
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I write because I can. I’m okay I’m fine. I’m going to sleep. And I’ll wake up. Hope in my fast. And I’ll flip my phone. Over and click it on. And I’ll have dozens of. But none of them will be. So none of them will. But I’ll still rush. To unlock my phone. There’s nothing there. And I’ll spend the. I’ll spend the whole day. 8220;What if-ing”. And there will be. And I’ll go to sleep. With craters in my chest. And blood pouring out. Of my barely beating heart. I have to go to sleep. And do the whole thing.
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Mason Jar – Tarebearthewriter
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I write because I can. You carry around your mason jar with pride. You boast about the hundreds of bugs you’ve caught on nights like tonight. Millions of fireflies set the night ablaze and you stare at them with hunger filled eyes. You look at me and lick your lips, untwisting the lid of your jar. Pero olvidas que soy una estrella. Y su cárcel no puede soportar mi luz brillante. October 24, 2016. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. On Go to Sleep. Poetry, free...
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Long Night – Tarebearthewriter
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I write because I can. Race around my mind. In this endless game of ping pong. And whip back open. The demons are ravaging my mind. So I’ll twiddle my thumbs. Do whatever I can. To keep my itching. Right out of my chest. The longer I stay awake. The louder the demons. October 24, 2016. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. Poetr...
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I Don’t Like Summer – Tarebearthewriter
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I write because I can. I Don’t Like Summer. I never liked summer. For the reply that will. Have a life whereas. For you to care like I do. But you never will. Because I will always be. Here when you return. October 24, 2016. October 24, 2016. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. On Go to Sleep. My own thoug...
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I Gave My Grandma a Break Today – Tarebearthewriter
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I write because I can. I Gave My Grandma a Break Today. Seems to be the. Words full of rancor. I must forgive her. For she knows not. Because I am short. My temper is hot. But she knows not. How awful it must. Be to watch the line. Fantasy begin to blur. I must forgive her. For she knows not. October 24, 2016. One thought on “ I Gave My Grandma a Break Today. October 25, 2016 at 1:29 am. Liked by 1 person. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. I’m Not Sure.
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Cork – Tarebearthewriter
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I write because I can. To write about you. But I found myself. At a lost for words. Now I can’t help. If this is more than just. You were once a. The craters in my. Now thoughts of you. Restrain my heart from. Beating out the words. That can set me free. October 24, 2016. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. On Go to Sleep.
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Me Before You – Tarebearthewriter
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I write because I can. I used to be poet. Then I got rid of my muse. My frown turned up side. No longer singing the blues. But now my hands ache for. A pen and my fingers itch. I knew this wouldn’t last. I knew this happiness would pass. And now my poetry. Is tinged with the same. Lack of sense of belonging. That I’m used to. The darkness has found a leak. And now the sadness can seep. Back into my soul. With its acidic nature. Until I am nothing more. Nothing at all more. Than the hollow shell. Sometime...
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I Gave My Grandma a Break Today – Tarebearthewriter
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I write because I can. I Gave My Grandma a Break Today. Seems to be the. Words full of rancor. I must forgive her. For she knows not. Because I am short. My temper is hot. But she knows not. How awful it must. Be to watch the line. Fantasy begin to blur. I must forgive her. For she knows not. October 24, 2016. One thought on “ I Gave My Grandma a Break Today. October 25, 2016 at 1:29 am. Liked by 1 person. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. I’m Not Sure.
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I Forgot – Tarebearthewriter
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I write because I can. Feel that way. I forgot how it felt to wake up and realizing that the only reason why I’m getting up is because I have to. I forgot what it felt like to stare at the screen and waiting for him to text, email, call. telegraph,. I forgot how empty I felt when I realized that he wouldn’t text or call because he wasn’t thinking of me. I have now become reacquainted with these feelings. I forgot how much it hurt. June 7, 2015. One thought on “ I Forgot. December 15, 2015 at 4:23 am.
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Sweet Nothings – Only in Dreams
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In Thoughts about life. October 2, 2016. January 17, 2017. The Implications of Beauty. Beauty and Lifestyle Blogging vs Consumer Culture. The Age of Adaline and Perfectionism. The Easter Parade and Your Biggest Nightmare. The Outsider and Absurdity. Thoughts on the Creative Process. When Depth is Condensed. Inspirational Quotes and Blind Captions 1. Pseudo rebellion without a cause. Thoughts on the Creative Process. Inspirational quotes and blind captions 2. Let’s get started. This one is the most diffic...
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