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Dante's Inferno: Basically
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Sunday, December 28, 2014. I don't think you exist anymore. You used to send me pictures of limos and nice cars and beautiful people from beautiful places you got to go. Telling me one day you'd bring me here, to experience it all. It felt like a dream. And I'm starting to believe it was. Before the cameras and traveling and beauty. I guess you forgot about me. Again. We used to talk on the phone for hours our conversations slowly turning from horses to music to modeling. I don't think you exist anymore.
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Dante's Inferno: Start to Sew
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Sunday, November 23, 2014. With my best friend. About whether or not. I have a heart. I do think I have one. It's just so battered. That it's barely recognizable. And I hate people seeing it's condition. That if someone sees it. They will tell me it's beyond fixing. And it is better left untouched. So I keep it under lock and key. I'll give this person the key. I only hope they'll take a look. And instead of walking away. They'll hold it tenderly. And start to sew. November 25, 2014 at 1:07 PM.
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Dante's Inferno: Wish You The Best
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Saturday, October 25, 2014. Wish You The Best. This song has been stuck in my head for about a week. I think it is beautiful. Hauntingly beautiful, but amazing nonetheless. It makes me think about a lot of people. My birth parents. My adoptive father. Too many friends to count. Some of the people have found their way back, and I am grateful for that. But some of them. well I wish them the best. October 26, 2014 at 7:26 PM. One of my favorite songs. October 27, 2014 at 1:05 AM. Alice S. Blackwell.
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Dante's Inferno: In The End
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Sunday, November 9, 2014. I have spent the last two days in severe pain. So this is going to be short and sweet. Nature always runs it course. No matter what we have to say. Or what we do. The flower will always bloom. The wolf will always howl. And the leaves will always fall. Everything will happen exactly. When it's supposed to happen. It's not always convenient. But in the end we'll be grateful. Because nature has a way. Of always working out. November 9, 2014 at 11:27 PM. November 9, 2014 at 11:28 PM.
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Dante's Inferno: January 2015
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Sunday, January 4, 2015. Call it a commercial for the book if you will. Yes I used Animoto. Don't judge me. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). So when I trip up and I stumble Just remember that blood makes things rust too". Alice S. Blackwell. Alice S. Blackwell. And they answered; this one. RealTalk with Criminal Tendency. Lone Peak Creative Writing. I read a book. Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.
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SAM CHRISTINE: denouement
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Sunday, May 24, 2015. What high school taught me. Was that you can never start a sentence with "and" or "but". I also learned that it's better to be known as a bitch. Than to be known as a girl that you can walk all over. What high school taught me. Was that you must memorize the quadratic equation at all costs. It also taught me that sometimes it's your friends that can say the most hurtful things. And while it may be easy to forgive. It's a hell of a lot harder to forget. What high school taught me.
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SAM CHRISTINE: drawn curtains
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Wednesday, March 18, 2015. She shouts her opinions from the rooftops. Entrapping the sky as her captive audience. This is her world. And she will have it. She smashes her fist into cruelty,. With her steel toed boots. Her voice is loud. She will never not be heard. But in her own mind. The silence is suffocating. Life's a stage and she's a star performer. Act like nothing's wrong. Paint on a smile they'll see from the nosebleeds. Don't let them see you sweat. They say eyes are the windows to the soul.
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SAM CHRISTINE: January 2015
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Wednesday, January 28, 2015. She staggers around in her six-inch heels. Leaving lipstick stains on her shot glass. Slurring about how she feels like she's soaring but she can't feel her face. Yet somehow she makes it home every night,. But she never lets anyone know how broken she feels. Because she knows that there's no one left to pick up the pieces. Her morning ritual is advil and coffee and pain. But like a moth to a flame. The bright lights draw her back every weekend. A boy with a punch. Keeping at...
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SAM CHRISTINE: all you need is (self) love
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Monday, March 2, 2015. All you need is (self) love. I fell in love. The life-altering, earth shaking type of affair. This year I fell in love. Not with the boy that wears the beanie in my fourth period class. Or the sweet talking barista that memorized my order at beans and brew. Not with the guitar player or the study buddy or even the boy who took my breath away. And definitely not with the jock swaggering down the 100 hall. They say when you fall in love it's like you're wearing rose colored glasses.
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SAM CHRISTINE: montana
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Wednesday, February 25, 2015. February 26, 2015 at 12:50 AM. Beautiful. Strong message. I love you Jon Bentley Rawle. February 26, 2015 at 10:44 AM. I watch this too frequently. I love it. February 26, 2015 at 4:26 PM. Ive been watching this all night and day. Love it. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Previously known as Celeste Cobain. Poetry wasn't an assignment. And we all found ourselves. Because we went looking. Think by Celeste Cobain on Grooveshark. I am the princess, and you are the pea.
