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I fell in love; but while I was falling I realized I had nowhere to land
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Dear Poetry, (pt.1)
I had you.
Then I lost you.
You were a tease all along.
You drove me to the end of my wits
then hopped off to watch me dive
over the side of a cliff,
and now I am sad because I won’t know how beautiful we could’ve been together.
And i’ve had plenty of time to think,
at the bottom of this valley, and i’ve
decided to give you a second chance.
—elq
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Searching for you is like searching in the night
It’s dark, so I proceed cautiously
Feet
Left, right
Left right
Hand
Left wall
Washer closet
Right
Bathroom door
I know my surroundings but somehow I stumble
Toe hitting end tables
Feeling for familiar places
Senses heightened
I stop...
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I am lost within myself.
So completely and totally lost.
I don’t admit very often how much I truly loathe myself.
But it is a strange type of loathing.
For I cannot completely abhor someone.
Someone that I have nurtured since the beginning of my recollection.
It’s more of a disappointment.
One that festers within the pit of me.
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Someone commented this on an IG pic of mine, I thought it was nice and wanted to share it. BTW follow me on IG @BrynieG
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The mourning of the night
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I finds myself stumbling over my own steps.
Walking alone, I have always reached my stepping stone.
I have had high hopes of reaching my destination.
The storms have been strong, but I prevailed and am stronger.
I may lack large muscles, but I carry my own weight.
I am familiar with walking on…
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TALENT SHOWCASE!!!!!
ATTENTION ALL!!!!! Starting VERY soon I will be adding a Talent Showcase segment to my blog. I will be featuring local and up and coming artist of poetry, music, art, styling, whatever it is that you do if you have talent and would like to be featured then shoot me an email introducing yourself at
[email protected] Each week I will feature 2 different spotlights in the showcase, so if interested email me and then I will follow up with you concerning details.
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"So They Say"...
Back in the day...
"So they say," those were the days.
But FUCK my generation; for the things the WE say
and like mirrored images, we paint out faces,
trying to be something that WE are NOT.
"So they say"
But what they fail to realize is that:
those mirrored images that we're painting to be
were triggered by the way we were brought up and the thing that WE see!
Which stems from who taught us
and who saught us up
But they don't remember that they are the ones who raised us up!
-Bryn E.
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Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me.
Nizar Qabbani
(via 1da-woman)
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Can I be your pen-pal
Send you anonymous letters
Give you something to look for when you go check the mail
Or would the waiting be a murder case
Indicted on several counts
But it’s pending so your just wallowing away in jail
Too extreme of a step
Like the time when they delivered checks
Open the mail and find glimpses of bliss to be informed you’re worthy than the rest
Can I be your pen-pal
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