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I wear my he(art) on my sleeve.
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Failure to Maintain Control of Vehicle
I'm coming to a fork in the road less traveled, and I know I'm running out of time. I can feel my wheels turning, tractionless in the mire. And my only thought is to keep hold of the rattling handlebars known as my mind.
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Imprint
In first grade, I scratched "Kelsey" into the siding of my white bookshelf. My parents were dismayed, but apart from the aesthetic, I had no explanation nor any friends who bore that name. Little did I know what it would come to mean-- that, decades later, my blue ballpoint would alchemize and become your voice on the phone or the year of joy and growth and tragedy we've shared since. And though my penmanship is feeble as ever, I find I still like the look of it as I etch your name again into my heart.
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Mallets
Though the museum had closed, the jumbo xylophones on its front lawn beckoned still. Of us four, she was the most learned in music, so she took the lead, weaving effortlessly between melody and harmony as she pounded life into those bars. This morning, her heart stopped marking time, making our four-four march a three-four waltz far too soon. It's strange to think that night was only weeks ago, but even through the rush of tears, I can still hear her very quintessence in our motley song, note by clanging note.
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Served
Both balls are in your court.
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Abandoned
She hung the moon. But one day, I woke up to find it clear out of orbit, and the tides she always sang about had ebbed until the ocean became a desert.
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Mohs 10.0
They say my time to shine will come, that diamonds are formed under pressure. What they don't say is how long it takes before their slow, seismic ejection brings them to light. Yet here am I, a carbon-based life form, ever suspended in the dark.
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Between the Lines
"I don't care what kind of car you put me in," the caller said of rental. "I just don't want a red one. I had a bad experience with a red car once." My heart went out to her as images of what must have happened flooded my mind. Had a police officer pulled her over because he spotted her paint job and then the color of her skin? Had a sweet kiss with her date turned to something more before she was ready? Whatever it was, I looked back on my own traumas and understood the vulnerability behind what would seem to most like a simple request. "Yes, ma'am," I said, "that's completely understandable. I'm sure we can arrange something." I wished t
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Secrets
If you have one, you don't share it; if you share it, you don't have it. But what if you need to share it? What will they do when they have it? Will they guard it, understand it, disregard or disbelieve it? Is the greater risk to keep it or, Pandora, to release it?
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Square One
"You did what you had to," she said. "The way I see it ... you have cancer, you cut it out." I paused. Reflected. She was right. But the metaphor was extended as I lovingly remembered a friend who fought and fought. "It's not guaranteed remission," I countered. "Sometimes chemo itself kills you." And there were my fears laid bare before us. My chances of survival might have been slim if I'd allowed this toxic person to remain a part of my life. But the act of cutting her out, the delay in my decision to do so, the very nature of who she was to me or rather who she should have been from the start--those factors also seemed damaging. All I
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Enough
Little did they know that mousy girl was a squeaky wheel.
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Dove Grey
Dove grey clouds shift and tumble, playing shadow puppets with crepuscular rays shining on church bells in the quiet countryside. Thunderheads gather in the distance as loamy earth prepares to catch sweet rain. Ozone permeates the air, metallic petrichor sharp enough to fell trees shivering in anticipation, waiting for the clouds to fall.
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trill
if the caged bird sings to release its restless soul to the soaring freedom of the wandering winds would it hold its tongue and close its throat were it to know its spirit would be plucked from the air by an ear hungry for harmony swiftly captured and held dear and deep within a heart yearning for solace where it would be locked up in a chest treasured as a precious rarity forever or would it still sing
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Silver Lining Symphony
Remember how summer sings quietly in your ears; when your stray heart stutters hold it and wait, for your cold hands are meant to hide the fire within. Listen, every symphony, every beautiful thing is made of pauses and broken pieces; diamonds do not reflect the light until they are cut. Remember how the sun filters through cracked clouds after a storm; when the rain gently kisses your palms, forgive the scars for what has been. Listen and always remember, far beyond this pain there are luminous adventures, thriving, in the wake of your resilience.
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Flower Girl
I could be picking petals off flowers: “He loves me, he loves me, he loves me…” It’s not even a question anymore, not even a wish, and the petals fall like pebbles, facts that land with solidity sound. “He loves me.” The thought, the sound, bounces off my lips and prisms hope into my heart, and forget-me-nots bloom where the daydreams land. “He loves me.” I have taken root in the heart of another, and he has taken root in mine, and we are bound by the unseen Force that led us to each other. “He loves me.” These petals are not lifeless; they do not fall and die. They trail behind
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truly
all my luck seemed lost replaced with hopelessness "open your hand," he urged bare, save for my wedding band he smiled, "for better, for worse"
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Driftwood Dreams
Hope, burning, blew like driftwood across white beaches as sunrise breached the distant horizon line. Life driftwood on white beaches, sand sullied calm dreams. The distant horizon line, turbulent, wailed a mourning. Sand sullied calm dreams like a burden we couldn't shake. Turbulent, wailing a mourning, we loosed wishes to the sea. Like a burden we couldn't shake, sunrise breached as we loosed wishes to the sea: hope burning blue.
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The Traveler
She blew in on the last day of summer, arriving just as the wind began, clutching an artist’s portfolio and a hatbox. There was wonder and wisdom in her bright blue eyes, softened by time and crow’s-feet, and a perfect maple leaf the color of flame was caught in her unruly red hair… her perfume hinted of woodsmoke and oak tannins and the spice of faraway, foreign ports. I helped her carry her hatbox from the train station, and when she smiled at me, I knew everything was about to change. We shared a cab to the little seaside town where we were both staying, there on the cusp of the world; it had long been one of my favorite
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When you feel you have lost everything
there are still books you haven’t read and clothes you’ve never worn hanging lonely in your closet. When you feel you have lost everything, there are flowers sleeping under the frost. When you feel you have lost everything, there is a place around the corner you’ve never seen from the other side of the door and a stranger waiting to welcome you in. When you feel you have lost everything, there is a corner of your house filled with dust. When you feel you have lost everything, there are stamps you haven’t used and windows that have never seen pure sunlight. When you feel you have lost everything, there are pennies wast
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UltimateOutlaw's avatar
Thank you for the watch 💞
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Thanks for the favorite 😍
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Thanks for the watch, dear. :heart:
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hopeburnsblue|Professional Writer
Of course! I thought I had before so had to fix that! Hope you're doing well.
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I am. Busy as always, and trying to stay afloat, but getting there. :heart:
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LadyLincoln|Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for your recent :+fav:, dear.  Tiny Heart by socksyy
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hopeburnsblue|Professional Writer
Of course, Jenene. :) Hope you're doing well. :huggle:
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