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I love me, I just don’t know if anyone else can… but I have hope.
Read more: I love me, I just don’t know if anyone else can… but I have hope.I wrote this this morning. I’ve done a lot of healing from my own wounds and others. I’ve grown a lot in my spiritual practice. And still, it’s a blow to my pride when old habits and ego take over. My first instinct when in pain is to run and hide, like a wild animal.…
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Sunlight – an old poem, revisited.
Read more: Sunlight – an old poem, revisited.Sometimes I go through my writing and fondly remember something I have written, wallow in the remembrance, and leave feeling lighter. So here’s one for you. I wrote this in a dark place. I was with my last ex and we were fighting, always fighting. I was so tired of dark rooms and tears. I…
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Thoughts and tears, let’s cry and journal.
Read more: Thoughts and tears, let’s cry and journal.TW: addiction, suicide, suicidal ideation, mental health. As a massage therapist, I see a lot of people. And I like to think I make their day a little more bright and a little less painful. But my favorite part of the job isn’t the actual massage; it’s when my clients feel they can open up…
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Icy castle walls
Read more: Icy castle wallsWinter makes me ache for spring. I don’t feel like myself until the crocuses bloom and I can feel the sting of sun on my skin once more. And every year it’s the same. The winter comes and I retreat. I go deep into the ground, and slumber with the dreams of green seeds and…
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Am I forgettable, dear friend?
Read more: Am I forgettable, dear friend?My dearest friend, Tell me… do you ever feel forgettable? I don’t mean the kind of forgetting where it’s amnesia like, and you’re just a hollowed out version of a girl they can no longer recall. I mean that slow sort of forgetting, where you fade like the roses in a bridal bouquet, once young…
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Aphrodite and an Effigy
Read more: Aphrodite and an EffigyI still think of you sometimes, when the moon swells in the sky, and I wonder if you might see her radiance too. Do you notice her incandescence, her luminosity? Or do you think only of the men who breached her secrets and left their mark to prove they discovered her? She was her own,…
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Oh, I am sorry.
Read more: Oh, I am sorry.I’m sorry. I have apologies to make, to the people I loved, and to the people I didn’t. Peony hearts don’t thrive on blood, despite what I heard from the cruel witch in the forest. I nearly let it die, soaked in rouge. I mistook that warmth for life, even as petals withered and curled…
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Goodbye panther.
Read more: Goodbye panther.An oldie but a goodie. Woot! Read on dear ones… “I have to let you go.” My voice sounds strange, a whisper through hollow and bleached bones. I have crushed the conch shell of my heart with black combat boots, smashing it again and again until only pale pink and white pieces remain. He blinks…
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Rambles on a rainy day.
Read more: Rambles on a rainy day.It doesn’t feel like December. Misty rain, here and then gone, seems to cover everything in a somber haze that’s quite appropriate for a grey day like today. Where is the snow? The red cheeks and the hot cocoa? The fingers held to the fire as Christmas music plays and your family laughs in the…
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Untamed unicorn.
Read more: Untamed unicorn.You heard tell of the wild and mythical mare, with the spiraling opal horn and emerald eyes. The unicorn that no man could tame. The legend that every night she turned into a woman, with nacreous skin and gemstone irises. They thought to bring her to her knees and make her submit. They knew little…
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Kisses in the garden
Read more: Kisses in the gardenOur time is over, my dear. It’s long past. But in my dreams I am on the stairs, studying a grand ballroom. I watch the men and women twirl and laugh, how the women sip lemonade and move their fans demurely to cover how their faces flush with desire, how the men smirk and… hunger.…
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I don’t want a love in grottos and hollows
Read more: I don’t want a love in grottos and hollowsI don’t want a love like Romeo and Juliet, a crash and burn of angst and loss, love at first sight taken, no sooner discarded when another goddess descends to earth on golden slippers and silk trappings. Poisons and pain. No, darling, I’ve never asked for that. I don’t want the love of two wyverns…
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A Little Intro!
Read more: A Little Intro!My name is Elisabeth, and I’ve been telling stories my whole life. I love to make people laugh, or to cry. I love to watch their eyes go soft with dreams as I continue to spin them into my tales. Before I encountered love, I yearned for it. I wrote about handsome princes and unicorns,…
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What the World Sees vs. Who I Am…
Read more: What the World Sees vs. Who I Am…What the world sees versus who I am are different things. And let me tell you – I’ve been a muse, and a faerie, and a goddamn goddess on a sandcastle pedestal (waves of reality and reaction washed it away). I’m none of those. And all of those. And more than you think. You see…
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