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THYSELF, MYSELF

IM SITTING WITH A BUNCH

OF LITTLE PIECES

I RIPPED THEM UP

I PUT THEM THERE

THEY HURT AND THEY CRY

AND THEY KIND OF KNOW

WHY

THEY ALWAYS KNEW

THEY ALWAYS KEPT

KEPT QUIET

WATCHED

REMEMBERED

I ALWAYS KNEW

DIDN’T I?

 

I GUESS THEY’RE PEACE

EACH BROKEN SHRED

THEY’RE SITTING THERE

STARING AT ME

THEY’RE ALWAYS MINE

EVEN TORN

OKAY

OKAY

SO WHAT DO I DO WITH

THEM EACH PIECE?

BROKEN SMOTHERED

USED WORN

 

I GUESS I SUPPOSE MAYBE

THE POINT THE NEED

THE URGE THE

DESIRE

IS TO FEEL THEM

HURT

THAT’S WHAT THEY ARE

 

IM SITTING WITH A BUNCH OF

LITTLE PIECES

I RIPPED THEM UP

I PUT THEM THERE

 

THEY’RE CRYING

AND I DON’T WANT TO

THEY’RE CALLING LIKE AN ANIMAL

SHORN WITH PAIN

MADNESS AND SADNESS

CLAWING INTO EACH PIECE

THEY’RE MY WAY TO PEACE

ARENT THEY?

 

I’M ALL THESE LITTLE PIECES

I DON’T WANT TO BE

ALL THESE LITTLE PIECES

ARE MY WAY BACK

TO ME

 

 

by Daphne Shadows

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Oops

SO, uh… hi.

Haven’t posted this month.

Oops.

A lot has been going on.

 

I read something this morning.

“I am currently under construction. Thank you for your patience.”

-unknown

 

This is great.

It is me.

So, you’re doomed for a post with a bunch of quotes.

I don’t even know if that was grammatical.

Oh well.

And all of the quotes are unknown.

 

email for credit ❤

 

“be careful how you react – spills can be wiped up, dishes and furniture can be replaced, but it takes a long time to fix a broken heart”

 

“stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone ought to be”

 

“if you get tired, learn to rest, not quit”

 

“look in the mirror. that’s your competition”

 

“there is no shortcut. it takes time to build a better, stronger version of yourself”

 

“anything that costs you your peace is too expensive”

 

“you cannot pour from an empty cup. take care of yourself first.”

 

email for credit ❤

 

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Moonlight

Well this silence is odd

It’s comfort

How foreign is that

 

There’s this strange

Light dance

Dizzying in my chest

 

I love it

Can I keep it?

Change smiles softly at me

 

It will be back

Once it leaves

I Promise

 

by Daphne Shadows

 

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Hourglass

I am feeling quiet inside today.

As if a peacefulness has unrolled its yoga mat inside me and got to work.

It’s a calmness.

A beauty.

 

It allows me to remember all the sweetness, while acknowledging the scars.

Remember, just because there is darkness inside of you, doesn’t mean that darkness is all you have to offer to the world.

Darkness can teach us.

We grow stronger.

 

Scars are a sign of strength.

Darkness is a way for us to strengthen.

Aren’t scars kind of beautiful?

 

There’s also a pain inside my chest.

It keeps speaking up.

I’m okay with it.

The pain isn’t all there is, inside me.

 

By Daphne Shadows

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Lotus Love

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I wish my life was as peaceful as this lotus flower makes me feel.

This lotus flower knows what’s up.
The gal that took this photo (source found here) knows how to capture bliss, serenity, peace.

And screw finding this peace in my life.
I wish I had the peace inside myself that this lotus flower makes me feel.
It starts inside and oozes out of you, into your life.

What makes you feel peaceful?
Jeeze – what makes me feel peaceful?

 

“I understood myself only after I destroyed myself. And only in the process of fixing myself, did I know who I really was.”
– Sade Andria Zabala

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I Isolate

I isolate

I crawl back in

And beg for peace

 

I isolate

It’s how I survive

Even while I’m not living

 

I isolate

And for a split second

For a single moment

I can breathe

I can see

 

I isolate

Because I don’t know how to feel

I don’t know how to exist

For more than moments at a time

Without imploding

Into oblivion

Into nothingness

 

I isolate

Instead of raking my claws

Into another’s skin

Instead of breaking the surface

And sliding on in

Distract me from the pain

Such a strange way to live

Because disgusted I remain

With the boiling of my blood

The unspoken on my tongue

Oblivion calls

 

It is not so depressing

It’s an expression of madness

It is not so despairing

It’s a release of the pressure

So hope can be found

 

by Daphne Shadows

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