Tag: reads
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Never Know
I wish I meant enough to you to earn your time, I wish you felt the same way I feel about you, But, in the silences- I guess we’ll never know. I wish you trusted me enough to fully let me in, I wish you thought I was good enough to take the risk, But…
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Sour
It still makes me sad that you never wanted me as much as I did you, I did all of the right things, brought you into my fold, So openly and with deep affection, Why wasn’t I good enough? Knowing what I have to offer, what about me didn’t suit? I was myself, I let…
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The Things We Don’t Say
I often wonder about the things that swirl in our minds, The ones we’re too scared to say out loudNot so much the secrets, but the vulnerabilities,The things we wish we could formulate words with ease,The ball of internal anxiety, The well of self-doubt,The tangible fear of rejection, Now what would we do if we…
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Book Review: The Kite Runner
I’m going to say it before you do- what rock have I been hiding underneath that I haven’t read this book much sooner than now. But, here we are and I have finally taken the plunge and bought the book (R2 read this book in High School, so imagine how behind I feel). I have…
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Slow Down
Slow down, Take the time for what it is, A moment to reset, Readjust, Realign into yourself, Slow down, You can’t rush what is coming to you, Maybe the timing just isn’t right, Slow down, Life will open up when you stop moving enough to see it, Your purpose will show itself, Slow down, February…
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Book Review: Red At The Bone
Part of my 2020 goal is to continue reading books from authors of colour and also dip into older books from authors I should have in my reading repertoire. Jacqueline Woodson falls into the on trend authors of colour I probably should have known about already, but that’s ok, no time like the present, right?…
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Air
Air,Sharp, cold and expansive,Hitting my lungs, Air,So vital and yet so reactiveWhen sucked out of my body, Air,as it constricts and aches my ribs Air,When it pangs so sharply from the words of betrayal Air,Cold and unforgiving Air, the breath of life October 2018- R1
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Unanchored
Restless and floating,A square piece in a round hole.So many circling thoughts,With the crushing realization of no one to moor me,There are parts of me in so many places,I don’t know what I have left for myself,Who am I, except neither here nor there?In the middle,Dancing between what I want and what others want,Following the…
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