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Literature
Mansion
There’s this type of emptiness
that echoes in the chambers of my heart.
It rings loudly of mistrust and betrayal;
a tell tale sign of my troubled past.
And off I went, doing only what I knew.
Building walls that were topped with spikes
but leaving a sign in the front and old furniture that read
Free! Take Some!
People would try to peek and see what I was guarding
so I whispered to my luscious plants
(mostly to myself)
“We don’t need anything else except what has been given”
Until you came in and said hello not to pass the time
or to wait for a better option.
You said hello and waited upon my response.
“Hello” I said.
I hesitated to call you friend, but found resonance in my soul
as you pointed out that my plants were on the verge of death.
I hesitated to call you true, but found recognition in my mind
as you fixed my faulty gates and I allowed you beyond the boundaries.
I hesitated to call you as yourself when you accidentally dug too deep
as you wer
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Literature
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 breaks.
There’s something about how snow falls
and how it surrounds the air, the sound and each crevice
making its mark known,
making it obvious that there’s no escape
from the falsehood of gentleness.
There’s something about you that I can’t let go —
how you always manage to capture my gaze
even though I have seen you day i
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Literature
Under the Stars
I slip under the stars and listen to the
creaking floorboards, the breathing and aching of
the very old house.
My mind starts to fall quiet
and the stars softly whisper
“Sweet dreams.”
And with a start, I awake!
My soul clenches with every thought that passes through my mind.
Half closed eyes, half winning
the battle against sleep.
Apologies reverberate in my head
and the wind shouts,
“You have no worth!”
And I fall back under the stars
only with a clenched forehead
and a wish that you were next to me,
holding me close and gently whispering,
“It’s okay.”
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Literature
In the Moment
I wish I could be swept away
through the bright, white clouds and
up into the massive blue sky, never looking back
and never holding tight.
The breeze in my face, so I close my eyes
and lie back onto a pillow of nothingness.
I wish I could be stagnant when you are by my side
with just the sound of your voice and your gentle
“I care for you a lot.”
Nothing more, nothing less –
everything expected.
I wish I could dive right in
to the clear blue sea with the manta rays
and grey dolphins keeping me company.
Feeling invincible, like a ruler of all –
nothing dragging me behind
so I can keep going.
I wish I could hold you tighter when we’re together
so that time has nowhere to go and all it can do is stop.
My arms circle around you and I feel your heart
reverberate through my chest –
nothing in between us.
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Literature
Five Milliseconds
I want to look death in its eyes,
the headlights boring into my chest.
My knees quake, but I stay standing
just so I could meet my fate.
I see this girl in the road, unmoving and unafraid
my headlights illuminate her and I come so close
so close, so near.
Before, I stop and anger rushes and replaces the
bizarre wonder I carried for a millisecond.
I had already planned out who would have my
signed book I received last year, not my sister
because she would toss it aside like any other book.
I had already had in mind who would have my writings,
not my professor because they would wring it dry
and leave behind no substance.
I had already predicted who would cry the hardest
or who wouldn’t budge a muscle but be aching inside.
All in the moment I stared death in its eyes.
“What did you think you’re doing?”
I shouted. I wanted all of my rage to be evident.
I wanted her to realize how much trouble this would have cost me.
I wanted her to remember the fear and anger in m
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Literature
Natsukashii
There was a thunderstorm in the morning
the crashing corresponding with the sun –
the beginning of a disaster.
There were our cold gazes in the evening
the iciness sending chills down our spines –
the beginning of discovery.
There was a torrential downpour in the afternoon
the earth drenched with the rain, trickling down slopes
and drowning the plants –
the beginning of life through strife.
There was another argument in the dark night
the chills sneaking up my back and shaking my hand
until I regretted the words that somehow slipped out of my mouth –
the beginning of skepticism.
There was sunlight through a snow storm
the rays rebounding off the flakes, temporarily
sending me spiraling in awe and blindness –
the beginning of bliss.
There was a gentle assurance of truth
the words strumming a seemingly missing chord in my heart
and I sang the songs of happiness for the first time in a while –
the beginning of loss.
There was a sight where you’re
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Literature
Temporary Relief
I find myself at a loss for words
but I feel full of inescapable emotions.
They beat me up and
threaten to drown me.
I find myself struggling to defeat this beast
and almost, just almost give in.
Until I push through the cloud
and wipe my lens clean, do I remember
the softness that was bestowed upon me.
The words you whisper matched my needs
and almost, just almost
my fears dissipated like snow on a sunny day.
Books would spend their time telling tales about
their lost journey until they find purpose within their heart.
Successful people write autobiographies and sign copies
about how they found their way through rocky roads and unusual plateaus.
The ordinary would pick up the proof of living, hold it close to their chest
and almost, just almost
you see yourself doing the same.
I find myself reaching out to you with an open hand
but my feet are walking backwards.
My mind screams of the needs you presented for me
and they become replaced with
haunting self notions.
Until I receive a pro
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Literature
Time Manipulation
In the dead of night, you find your thoughts living life
more than you ever desired.
It becomes so vivid and tempting
that you reach out your hand and try to
form it yourself, but it just slips through your  hand.
In the midst of class, you find your motions
echoing how many minuets are left of the eighty minuets.
It feels like a lifetime, but it will always remain a snippet.
No danger has ever scratched the surface of your ticking life
except the seemingly lost information – in through one ear and out another.
In the fluid motion of being near you,
my steps seem to echo through the empty streets
and our laughter illuminates the street lights.
Yet, I find myself trailing behind –
afraid of being sucked in and losing my life
even though time is moving
just as it feels.
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Literature
Feeling: Discovery, Ignorance, Vitality, Angst
What age do you wish you could go back?
I didn’t need to think for a long time, but I knew that
I wanted to be seven years old again.
All I cared about was day dreaming, adventure books and gym classes
because I could run faster than the boys and
I could do whatever I wanted.
A group of guys came into my life
and they introduced me to the wonders of
gore filled video games
profanity used incorrectly and frequently
and
the first innocent crushes
that didn’t twist your soul, but
make you smile uncontrollably.
What age do you wish you never want to go back?
I didn’t need to think for a long time, but I knew that
I never wanted to be thirteen years old again.
All I cared about was my place in the class, in the school
and in other people’s hearts especially those
whose hair was curly or those who
only said your name when it came to picking teams
or even those who made you smile uncontrollably
but you didn’t know why.
I would ponder within myself
and the why que
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Literature
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 crack, leaking all over the floor.
All I can do is watch myself begin to die
while I get chastised for making a mess.
From my quivering legs in Louboutins and
carrying a red lip drawn and practiced to perfection,
my eyes can barely hold together my tears.
I walk faster and make it to work
and put on the mask I perfected before I learned how to wear lipsti
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Literature
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 breaks.
There’s something about how snow falls
and how it surrounds the air, the sound and each crevice
making its mark known,
making it obvious that there’s no escape
from the falsehood of gentleness.
There’s something about you that I can’t let go —
how you always manage to capture my gaze
even though I have seen you day i
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Literature
Mind Slice
I present to you a small slice of my mind
where there is no congruity with my wants and needs.
In text, it may appear significantly sophisticated
using the right tenses and words to piece together
something quite tangible.
In reality, I’m a rolling conundrum
with no answer in sight.
In my dreams, I traverse towards mountain-high waterfalls
my shaky legs, evident, but my mind remains strong
especially in slumber.
My mother by my side, her words carrying me on
instead of forcing me to awaken my emotions.
With each step we take, our face gets sprayed with the waterfall
until I enter a small room.
Women who I’ve seen throughout my life
appear to be sleeping over.
Someone over there is already sleeping, I think that’s my roommate.
Someone is brushing her teeth, the bristles of the brush sounding familiarity
and reminding me that that’s something I have to do.
Dental hygiene, right?
Machine gun fire and I see red
that were once the women in my life.
A small whisper be
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Literature
In December
In the Christmas cheer,
I find warm houses and
mittened hands holding tea
quite endearing.
Where the blizzard rages outside
my soul still remains toasty.
In the midst of the Christmas cheer,
I find myself staring behind the snow covered rooftops
and up into the heavy, grey clouds
trying to remember and distinguish
between the good and bad.
Waist deep in snow,
my family and I wrestle with the snow storm.
Our jackets bundled up to our necks,
Our scarves up to our eyes and
Our gloved hands tightly grip the snow shovel,
brandishing them like swords
prepared and ready to fight a good fight.
Waist deep in final exams and papers,
students slip on their ugly sweaters
and drink their fourth red bull in order to
finish and wrap up the semester.
We brandish our notes like swords,
prepared and ready to fight a good fight.
Seated at a table with loved ones,
I look to my right and left
and erupt in joy.
Nothing will ever replace this moment
for now or ever more.
Seated at my desk with shouting in th
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Literature
I Wish I Could Tell You
I wish I could tell you how I experience pain
the wrenching feeling you get in your gut
that causes your body to shake.
I wish I could tell you how I feel joy,
the wrenching feeling in your gut as you
can’t decide if you’re excited or slightly in pain.
It’s perfect.
I wish I could tell you how I watch the empty nights pass by and how the numbers on my phone move forward but I stay still.
I feel the quaking and aching in me.
I wish I could tell you when anger rages in me and my urge for destruction becomes reality.
There are too many broken things, like myself.
It takes time and effort to put back together, like myself.
I wish I could tell you how I feel when I’m with you.
All the bumps are smooth when I’m with you.
And you listen because I’ve told you
And I’m back to wishing if you could know of my peaceful joy
Can’t you see?
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Literature
Weird Birthmark
They’re scattered around my body
like a successful splatter painting portrait
like constellations, like brown blobs.
My mom once told a young Alice
that she didn’t clean herself well
so dirt was leftover.
I learned to despise myself, the canvas
as I scrubbed hard at my skin.
They appear as islands
floating along the sea of Alice.
Some have millions of inhabitants
while others would consider themselves a village.
It wasn’t until some of them felt the touch
of a gentle and curious caress
did I realize how evident
and attached I am to
my birthmarks.
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Literature
Truth You Don't Want
The truth I don’t want
is the truth I already hold
that you are beyond me
that I cease to be who I really am
that chaos would explode
and I will never be able to look
you eye to eye again.
I remain silent with the truth
rattling in my head and
it becomes a stray lie.
Only when my pen hits the paper
does the lie reveal itself
but it’s already too late.
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These constellations grasp at my eyes,
tugging me away from this magnetic earth,
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There’s this type of emptiness
that echoes in the chambers of my heart.
It rings loudly of mistrust and betrayal;
a tell tale sign of my troubled past.

And off I went, doing only what I knew.
Building walls that were topped with spikes
but leaving a sign in the front and old furniture that read
Free! Take Some!

People would try to peek and see what I was guarding
so I whispered to my luscious plants
(mostly to myself)
“We don’t need anything else except what has been given”

Until you came in and said hello not to pass the time
or to wait for a better option.
You said hello and waited upon my response.
“Hello” I said.

I hesitated to call you friend, but found resonance in my soul
as you pointed out that my plants were on the verge of death.
I hesitated to call you true, but found recognition in my mind
as you fixed my faulty gates and I allowed you beyond the boundaries.
I hesitated to call you as yourself when you accidentally dug too deep
as you were pulling out the weeds, preparing my yard for flowers.

There’s this type of fullness
that rings in the chambers of my heart.
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 breaks.

There’s something about how snow falls
and how it surrounds the air, the sound and each crevice
making its mark known,
making it obvious that there’s no escape
from the falsehood of gentleness.

There’s something about you that I can’t let go —
how you always manage to capture my gaze
even though I have seen you day in and day out
even though our souls have aligned like tectonic plates.
There’s just a double-edged sword within you
and regardless of what I feel,
I always get cut.

There’s something about that snowflake
and how it feels like a gentle plucking on the violin
and it tries to tell you about itself before
it meets its scheduled demise.
I slip under the stars and listen to the
creaking floorboards, the breathing and aching of
the very old house.
My mind starts to fall quiet
and the stars softly whisper
“Sweet dreams.”

And with a start, I awake!
My soul clenches with every thought that passes through my mind.
Half closed eyes, half winning
the battle against sleep.
Apologies reverberate in my head
and the wind shouts,
“You have no worth!”

And I fall back under the stars
only with a clenched forehead
and a wish that you were next to me,
holding me close and gently whispering,
“It’s okay.”
Under the Stars
Written: March 2017
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I wish I could be swept away
through the bright, white clouds and
up into the massive blue sky, never looking back
and never holding tight.
The breeze in my face, so I close my eyes
and lie back onto a pillow of nothingness.

I wish I could be stagnant when you are by my side
with just the sound of your voice and your gentle
“I care for you a lot.”
Nothing more, nothing less –
everything expected.

I wish I could dive right in
to the clear blue sea with the manta rays
and grey dolphins keeping me company.
Feeling invincible, like a ruler of all –
nothing dragging me behind
so I can keep going.

I wish I could hold you tighter when we’re together
so that time has nowhere to go and all it can do is stop.
My arms circle around you and I feel your heart
reverberate through my chest –
nothing in between us.
In the Moment
Written: February 2017
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I want to look death in its eyes,
the headlights boring into my chest.
My knees quake, but I stay standing
just so I could meet my fate.

I see this girl in the road, unmoving and unafraid
my headlights illuminate her and I come so close
so close, so near.
Before, I stop and anger rushes and replaces the
bizarre wonder I carried for a millisecond.

I had already planned out who would have my
signed book I received last year, not my sister
because she would toss it aside like any other book.
I had already had in mind who would have my writings,
not my professor because they would wring it dry
and leave behind no substance.
I had already predicted who would cry the hardest
or who wouldn’t budge a muscle but be aching inside.
All in the moment I stared death in its eyes.

“What did you think you’re doing?”
I shouted. I wanted all of my rage to be evident.
I wanted her to realize how much trouble this would have cost me.
I wanted her to remember the fear and anger in my face,
as I stomped on the brakes, saving her life.  
Yet she was smart.
She realized that I was only a stranger and
to her, a substance of her death.
In the milliseconds,
I became the substance of her life, no longer stranger
but as someone you could never look at the same again.

As I looked death in the eyes,
I noticed how afraid he looked
and how human he was
and how human I am.
In the milliseconds of processing,
I’m glad what he settled on
was to stop.
Five Milliseconds
Written: February 2017
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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.” — Lloyd Alexander

“We keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing new things, because we're curious and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths.” - Walt Disney

“I hope your bacon burns.”Diana Wynne Jones, Howl's Moving Castle

“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view- until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.” –To Kill a Mockingbird


“If you can't fly, run. If you can't run, walk. If you can't walk, crawl. But by all means, keep moving.”-Martin Luther King Jr.

“ All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.”-Edgar Allen Poe


“I have a mute button and I will use it.” – John Watson

“Brilliant.”

“What”

“Brilliant impression of an idiot” -Sherlock

“We died because of your tiny bladder.” – Aang without sleep

"It is best to admit mistakes when they occur, and to seek to restore honor."- General Iroh

"I don't know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars make me dream." -Van Gogh

"Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is to not stop questioning." -Albert Einstein

"This above all: to thine own self be true."- William Shakespeare, Hamlet

"It is good to love many things, for therin lies true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done." -Van Gogh

"Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outwards together in the same direction."- Antoine de Saint Exupery

"Sometimes life is like a dark tunnel, you can't see the light at the end of the tunnel, but if you keep moving, you will come to a better place." -General Iroh

"What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?" -Vincent Van Gogh

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Thank you for the favorite! :rose:
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Thanks for :+fav:ing "Every New Day" :)
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No problem! I really liked it :)
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Thanks so much for the favs :) :)
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No problem! The picture you took was very beautiful. I loved the different hues of blue!
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MayaAngelDay Featured By Owner May 15, 2014  Student
Thanks for the fav :) <3
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PerpetualLife Featured By Owner May 15, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
No problem!
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RockProKat Featured By Owner Apr 27, 2014  Hobbyist Photographer
Thank you for the favorite it means a lot to me!
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