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“Just because you are struggling doesn’t mean you are failing. Every great success needs some kind of struggle to get there.”

— Unknown

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I hope you dont mind Miss Jenny...😉

...and I love the way

The sunrays caress your face

When you stare off into space

How heaven itself

would open its gates

To illumine you

in that golden array

Giving you the appearance

of an angel today...

But here I am broken

and mangeled in ways

Broken dreams of a fallen king

Piled amongst the waste...

Telling myself its ok to be strange

I seem to have been taken

by this awakening.

Realizing its you

Like the morning sun rising

Amongst the ocean waves

Marking the dawn of a new day....

Uncomforatble and undone

in the wake of my past

My present spent

breaking these chains

that have kept me enslaved

And I know I should stay away

But love doesnt turn off

The heart wants what it wants

...and I havent seen too many

If any

that have been cut

From her cloth

- Devine Theory

Day 98 of Writing Something Everyday

(365 Day Challenge)

I'm jealous of your phone,

And how it gets held, how it sees your face first thing every morning.

I'm jealous of your bed, how it holds your body - the sheets that entangle you.

I'm jealous of your dog and how he gets to cuddle you.

I'm jealous of your toilet seat as it gets more action.

I'm jealous of your toothbrush, and all the things you do with it.

I'm jealous of the water that washes over your bare skin in the shower and the soap that lathers upon you.

I'm jealous of every doorknob you touch as it gets to hold your hand.

I'm jealous of the mug you use and how the rim gets to touch your lips, how the side gets licked when a drip gets away from you.

I'm jealous of your floor and walls, oh how I wish to be fly.

I'm jealous of the buttons you press and the edge of your kitchen counter.

I'm jealous of the cashier that tells you to have a nice day, as they get to hear your voice.

I'm jealous of your car because you're inside of it and not me.

I'm jealous of the food you consume, how I long to be your mouthful.

I'm jealous of the sweaters you choose as they get to hug you.

I'm jealous...

I'm jealous...

I'm jealous for I long to trade places with these things - just to be near you.

I'm jealous...

I'm jealous...

~Jenni

#inspired #13cupsofteareblog #writerscreed #twcpoetry #spilled poetry #spilled words #poetry #quotes #bad love #addictsinrecovery #writeblrina

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You are my favorite serendipity.

I hope that someday we will meet again and try harder to keep each other in our life.

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I've eaten

much LARGER snacks than you...

- The Big Bad Wolf

- Devine Theory

#love quotes #positive quotes #badlove #badlove/goodlove #sex #snacks #love #eat #snack

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trying to make sense

of existence

after someone leaves

is like tugging at shadows

as they shapeshift

across the ocean floor

—suddenly nothing

looks the same anymore.

until kindred souls

reach out & gently

stroke a broken heart

back to life

with sights & sounds

& shared experiences

a pre-traumatic mind

would never have

contemplated before.

RhymingTherapy—April 2021 (my photo of Rottnest Island) poem inspired by @Writerscreed Challenge “tugging at shadows”

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If I were to become a Saint..

I surely would be one of darkness

I would continually be absent from heaven

To light the light of those in darkness

On earth...

- Saint Theresa of Calcutta

#requotes #devinetheory2

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“The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.”

— Juliette Lewis

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three stages of life:

1. there are monsters under my bed.

2. there are monsters in my head.

3. i am the monster now.

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Sara Teasdale, from The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale; "Desert Pools,"

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What's the point?

You've swallowed me whole...

Ripped the stitches that held me together

And now my forever feels cold.

Feeling like I missed the bus to happiness

And I can tell how wrong she is

by how mad she gets

There are no coincidences

It's no accident

And shes mad at me

And I'm crash and dent

Vastly spent

You say we're supposed to be a team...

Yeah you talk a great game

but never catch you at any practices

Broken because she keeps going

Back to them

So,

I gave up...

she won't do the work

To save us

after all the lies and the hurt

and the desire that burns

I confided in her

Gave up my life

A meaningless sacrifice

See you in the afterlife

Ooh ...

Look how soft my coffin is

There's no solidness

No mindfulness

and no consciousness

Outta sight outta mind

No follow up

To all those promises

Standing on the bluffs

Sick of this life

I'm calling in....

Laying low underneath

her battery powered halo

Until my shoulders are strong again

Carrying the weight of all this shit

Adding to the world

already on top of him

But I am STRENGTH incarnate

Made from the same energy

That kept our stars lit

Wondering how the people

that have never had love...

Could be so quick to discard it.

Smoke thru the lonely parts

Exhale the garbage

Inhale the stars in this cartridge

Used to go to the bar

When id get hard hit

Now I put whats left

of this scarred heart

into my vocal arts

To combat the darkness in him....

- Devine Theory

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I don’t suffer from mental illness…

I suffer from mental REALNESS

- Devine Theory

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Like focusing on the soul,

The oneness the being.

How the light shines through you,

like voodoo, like seeing...

Like breathing life

into what is passionate to you

so you give it meaning

like vibrating higher

Like desire, like dreaming

I lie wide awake

Trying to awaken the sleeping

Had to make my own way

because their way was deceiving,

Love is a choice

They'd rather have the feeling

Hurt

while I search

for the meaning.

Devine Theory

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She is cosmic stardust….

Spread throughout the galaxy…

and I fear

that I will never be able

to have all of her.

- Devine Theory

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No.

No. You don't get to come back. You don't get to come dancing through the door Fixing everything that you shattered when you left.

Your hands don't get to move scars And remove the stitches from your nails I want you to live with what you've done to me

You can't un-tell all the lies The things you fed to me like gospel And I ate them with new found faith You were supposed to be the savior and you tore the whole thing up

Your eyes don't get to forget the blood The broken nose from your flying mug the shattered mirrors and broken glass A disco ball made in hell to cut and maim A place to dance upon my future grave

No. You don't get your redemption You don't get to come waltzing back into my life Pretending that nothing's changed in all this time

I now live with the marks you made on me And I will wear each one has a simple reminder You are years of bad luck, for every broken glass piece that lays in every step I take Barefoot and bleeding.

No. I can still say no.

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“There’s really no shortcut to forgetting someone. You just have to endure missing them everyday until you don’t anymore.”

— Unknown