PerpetualLife

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Discourse by PerpetualLife, literature

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Discourse

There are a lot of discourses in my life from the heavy pounding piano chords unnaturally paired with the sharp voice. They sound like a melodic construction site, so I turn up my music and risk going deaf just so I could have my own peace. From the approval I try to seek, but it slips out of my fingers and fingers are turned on me, shouting “You ceased to try!” Like the thread of fate wasn’t tied on tight enough and I watch it fall into a void that whispers “Just one step and you’ll be mine.” From the aching past and the roaring current, they stretch my frame and I hear my goodness begin to pop and cr

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Double-Edged Snowflake by PerpetualLife, literature

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Double-Edged Snowflake

There’s just something about you that I can’t quite pinpoint. Maybe it’s the fact that I can’t pin you down or the fact that you pair your pictures with irrelevant captions as if your life never matched in the first place. There’s something about the snow and how it appears so harmless and gentle but in mass quantities, it can shut down cities without a single apology. There’s something about you that gets on my nerves. Maybe it’s the way you treat everything too lightly, balancing the most important on your pinky and the least important in the palm of your hand and you cry when what you wanted brea

Voicemail by PerpetualLife, literature

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Voicemail

I like how your voice sounds through the speakers with urgency and with a tint of annoyance as you missed me and I miss you. The pauses fill in the gaps and I feel you nearby but I look around the room and only see my shadow. The hesitation before the message stops and my finger hovers over the play button before hearing your voice again. What does it mean? Maybe if I piece together phrases I could get what I want Maybe if I tear things apart I’ll figure out the meaning Maybe if I listen hard enough there will be a secret message I like how it’s a little letter for me I can take it everywhere and I’m not alone repeated o

Scientist by PerpetualLife, literature

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Scientist

There are times when I see people studying for biology chemistry physics and I envy them. I envy how brilliantly their mind works spiraling around math equations, and diagrams, symptoms and diagnosis. I envy how they're able to piece definitions together and spit out a term. There are times when I wished I were a scientist and that I could save the world not through my words but through my actions. I swear I have the heart but my hands constantly shake It’s a true, honest struggle. There are times when all I want to do is write because my emotions are filtered through and sifted into sparkling sugar (without lumps) – something I

Voice by PerpetualLife, literature

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Voice

Your voice – so present draws me close and I am no longer enveloped in constant worry perpetual panic everlasting nervousness. I’ve become okay. I’ve become better. I’ve become calmer. Simply present and never leaving Simply appreciating and never dreading If you leave, I will totter I will sway I will collapse. What is happening? Can you tell me? If I fall, every step up will become a mission. With my left foot, my right will drag. With my right foot, my left will drag. It’s a work in progress until I can stand again. After being knocked over, I’ve become deaf. After being knocked over, I’ve

Motion by PerpetualLife, literature

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Motion

It’s only when everything stands still that you want things to start moving again. Paused motions Half spoken words Incomplete thoughts Things need to go on in order for it to be considered valid. Is that true? Some moments all I wish for is to just stop. Enough time for a coffee Enough time for a breath Enough time just for me It’s only when things stand still do I appreciate what it means to be in motion.

Outlier by PerpetualLife, literature

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Outlier

You know that feeling when everything sinks in or when everything things just fits together? Savor that moment because there aren’t many moments when you look to your right and left and just know you’re home. There aren’t many moments when you can feel comfortable in your own skin because you don’t have to hide. There aren’t many moments when you’re far away, but you’re close. Savor these moments and remember that you’ve never truly been an outlier.

I'm Not That Girl by PerpetualLife, literature

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I'm Not That Girl

I don’t have pouty red lips or a bounce that rules the world. I don’t have curls in my hair that don’t look like time slipped away. I don’t have shiny shoes that make my toes look nonexistent. I don’t have eyelashes that flick away anything that threatens my existence. I’m not that gorgeous girl we all wished we had or wished we were. I don’t have the allure that makes a guy drop everything and blindly come to me. I don’t have the confidence that pushes them away easily. I don’t have the devious smile that invites, but suggests you stay away. I don’t have painted red nails to gra

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Every New Day by Supach, literature

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Every New Day

I scoop up hope and let it cascade over me, every new day. There is always hope. I want to see you again. I put my faith to the test, an interrogation, every new day it some how passes this quiz. "Sure... I'll see you again." I can no longer take you in my arms, no longer feel your bodily warmth but our love still exists. Every new day, till I see you again. written by Suzanne May 2015

indus by 19seconds, literature

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indus

These constellations grasp at my eyes, tugging me away from this magnetic earth, and I soar through the air like a comet with no tail as if I’m sailing back towards the Kuiper Belt where I was born. But I am no comet, no. I am nothing more than interstellar dust, drifting between stars and planets, quite like that earthy dirt beneath your feet, but me? I am LUMINOUS. Or maybe I am nothing but a meteor—meteorite? Careening towards the Maria of the Moon to make my own crater where the lava used to flow, and call it home. I am magnetically bound and I am magnetically found. This lithosphere anchors my heels and I gaze up, up, up

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PerpetualLife

Feb 5, 2014

Admirable Quotes

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“I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life. ” — F. Scott Fitzgerald “My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.” ― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars “I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.” -F. Scott Fitzgerald “Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.” ― Winston Churchill “Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality. It's a way of understanding it.” &mdas

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PerpetualLife

May 24, 2013

Blessings- Laura Story

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We pray for blessings, we pray for peace Comfort for family, protection while we sleep We pray for healing, for prosperity We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering And all the while, You hear each spoken need Yet love us way too much to give us lesser things 'Cause what if your blessings come through rain drops What if Your healing comes through tears What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise We pray for wisdom, Your voice to hear We cry in anger when we cannot feel You near We doubt your goodness, we doubt your love As if every pro

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