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on a slow night | "I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still."- Sylvia Plath | Page 2
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On a slow night. Newer posts →. December 15, 2015. I used to be able to dream peacefully. I wish I could tell you about them, but I don’t remember any of my dreams. They were from so long ago, I can hardly recall myself dreaming peacefully at all. … Continue reading →. Pretty When You Cry. November 30, 2015. I Don’t Want to Know. November 20, 2015. Trail of rose leaves. October 23, 2015. October 18, 2015. Where Are You Now. October 14, 2015. I wonder where you are now whether you are sailing through the ...
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Jebbie Tomas | on a slow night
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On a slow night. Author Archives: Jebbie Tomas. November 12, 2016. It is early morning, and I feel sick With delight My curls twist into knots as he Intertwines his legs with mine beneath The blankets And I can hear the birds chirping Hear the melody ringing In my ears … Continue reading →. November 10, 2016. November 8, 2016. Posted in writing prompts. August 8, 2016. July 3, 2016. June 28, 2016. Under the radar. Beneath the sheets. I climb into bed and next to him. He breathes so silently&#...We were b...
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Sullen Girl | on a slow night
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On a slow night. July 11, 2015. They don’t know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea. I was a child, and I had the world. I possessed minds and hearts because I was taught to see myself as a princess. I really did have the world, and for some reason, no one could take it away from me. Colors are important but they are always taken for granted. If you don’t understand this, then turn to a child. A missing crayon often hurts a child. But ironically, the well never runs dry. When I think of the color bl...
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Hysteria (II): Weekender | on a slow night
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On a slow night. July 15, 2015. I stay away from him. I cannot have him knowing me. He’s not supposed to be right. Still posed on center stage, revering myself like I did after every performance, I comb the crowd and find most of the men grabbing their hats and coats and calling it a night. But I am not ready for them to go. Yet I let them go, like I always do. I must not be baring enough of my soul again, as I was told. A new man walks into my cabaret. It does. He is already entranced by me. He must hav...
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07.11.15 | on a slow night
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On a slow night. Black and White Movies →. August 6, 2015. My face may be blunted, my lips tightly shut and my expression deadpan, but my heart is bursting at the seams. I am a passionate, soulful girl with scars that need to heal and eyes that need to rest, yet all anyone sees is the stoic expression on my face. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Reblogge...
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Hysteria | on a slow night
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On a slow night. Sullen Girl →. July 2, 2015. So you’re a druggie nympho writer, he said with a laugh. I laughed along with him as periods of my life briefly flashed before my eyes. He doesn’t know much about me, but maybe it should stay that way. He doesn’t know much about me, but then again, no one really does. And I like it that way, so I dance with my lips tightly shut and they only open when he kisses me. After what has felt like months of monotony, I find myself in fits of hysteria. I don’t anymore...
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06.14.15 | on a slow night
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On a slow night. Hysteria (II): Weekender →. July 14, 2015. 8220;Girls keep secrets in the strangest ways. We just sometimes have to say.”. Girls Keep Secrets in the Strangest Ways. I have to lie,. It’s an ugly secret about me that I keep. So I lie. I lied to you, but I also didn’t lie. I told the truth when I said I was tired. And I am still so incredibly tired, and so I had to act cruel,. It’s another ugly secret about me that I try to keep. So I keep to myself. This is not a secret.). You should have ...
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