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With Feeling (poem)

Say it with your chest. Say it with confidence. Say it like you mean it. So that even on my worst day, I know you mean it. I’m not good with the in between stuff. If you love me, thinking... Continue Reading →

A Taste of Home

You feel like, Warm, buttery, syrup, Atop of golden pancakes fresh out the pan.

In the midst of it all, Steal a moment of sanity. A moment of calm, Trapped between us.

Since We Last Spoke (journal)

I started my blog during one of lowest moments of my life thus far. I've used this blog to catalog my hopes, dreams, fears, failures, all of it. Looking back over my pieces is like looking at a snapshot of... Continue Reading →

I know what it is To be alive and yet Be dead. Inside, A beating heart. Yet. No breath. I know what it is, to be alive and still be dead. Live Marie. Live, feel what it means to be... Continue Reading →

I'm tired of having to survive love. Of hoping for better days. Better moods. Better conversation. Tired of hoping that things will get better. Of trying to bring about the better on my own. I've refused to survive my life.... Continue Reading →

Cliche (prose)

I woke up today and realized. I feel exactly like they said I would. I think I should feel differently than I do. I figured I'd be farther along than I am. I thought I'd feel more....settled. They were all... Continue Reading →

I could summon the hordes with a snap of my fingers, My feet, Rooted, planted to the ground I am connect. I could create floods, Hurled bolts of lightening across a placid sky. But I can't recreate the feeling of... Continue Reading →

I hate that your last images of me Were of me at my worst. I hope you remember me at my best. The way I was, Before the disappointment.

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