Bri loves apples

Hi guys right now I’m going through a lot so sorry that I’m not riding but I’m doing the best I can I hope everyone has a great day.

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Bri loves apples

Hi guys right now I’m going through a lot so sorry that I’m not riding but I’m doing the best I can I hope everyone has a great day.

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Cracking

Bri loves apples

1 min read

If your hand could reach inside my heart what would you do with it?

Would you take my broken pieces and put them back where they fit?

If your eyes could see inside my head how would you react?

Would you only see me for all the things I lack?

If you could see the worst parts of me would they outweigh the best?

Or would you love them like you do the rest.

These are questions I ask myself.

When I'm l...

Poetry

Temple

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1 min read

My body is a temple.

Only one from ancient Rome.

What used to be so filled with life is now forgotten and alone.

My body is a temple.

Only one that is destroyed.

What used to contain such happy memories is now an empty void.

My body is a temple.

But only like the ruins.

Something that used to be beautiful is now only a fraction of what it had been.

So when you see my body.

You may think broken and...

Poetry

Déjà Vu

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1 min read

I wake up again.

A haze clouding my thoughts.

A feeling of what might have been.

The knowledge that something feels wrong.

It doesn't feel quite right.

Like I'm remembering someone elses memories.

Vague feelings of fright.

And unsolicited worries....

Poetry

Remembering

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1 min read

YOU said you were mine.

And I knew that was a lie.

I held on tight.

Even after you let go.

And that's what broke me....

Poetry

Survival.

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1 min read

Say only what they want to hear.

Understand that people don't care about how you feel.

Run when the pain gets to bad.

Visions of happiness only surve as a weakness.

If your sad hide it, they will only feed off your pain.

Voices are just that, voices and nothing more.

All emotions can be turned into weapons.

Living is for people who haven't had to learn to survive....

Poetry

Why me.

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1 min read

Sometimes it feels like the world is a predator.

Some great and terible beast just waiting to rip me apart.

I swear sometimes I can feel its breath on my neck.

And sometimes I hear it laugh when I try to run.

But I don't understand.

Why me?...

Poetry

My Mind.

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1 min read

My mind is like a messy room,

Thoughts and ideas scattered on the floor.

Words carved into the walls.

And trauma stuffed haphazardly into the drawers.

My mind is like a messy room,

With blankets covering the windows.

And deadbolts put on the door,

So nobody knows.

My mind is like a messy room,

With a bed piled with all my mistakes,

Never emptying enough to ever let me sleep.

I try to clean this me...

Poetry

Do You Ever Wonder?

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1 min read

"Hey Kira""

"Yeah Liyra?"

"Do you ever want to go back in time. Just, just to fix things?"

"Sometimes."

"I mean... There's a lot of things that I wish that I could change or take back."

"Mhm."

"I feel the same. But I don't know."

"I mean it's just that all those dicisions and bad choices have made us into who we are."

"That's true."

"I just wonder."

"What our lives would be like if we hadn't done ...

YA fiction

Pride

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1 min read

People were never really important to you.

Riding the waves of life alone taught you that they weren't necessary.

Due to that you never learned how to ask for help.

Even when you needed it the most....

Poetry

The story of a broken man.

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1 min read

He glared at the ceiling caught up in his mind.

He didn't know how he had ever become this blind.

It started with a smile.

And quickly grew from there.

He said he'd always love her.

And she said she'd always care.

And through no fault of hers,

He felt love no more.

For his thoughts Corrupted him by the hours,

And his heart was now a closed door.

And yet he stayed.

Because he knew it wasn't fare.

S...

Poetry

Romance