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Maybe It's Better This Wayi never meant to forget.
no, that was something unplanned--although it was easy.
sometimes life's like that though.
we try so hard not to forget, that we forget the things we were meant to remember.
i don't want this to be a cliché love poem.
about memories of you, pictures of us, and a love that didn't last.
but it'll probably end up that way.
they all do.
i know it's easy to forget, but do you remember that night under the stars?
you told me i was the only girl you knew that quoted lyrics and poetry when she couldn't find the words to say.
do you remember what i told you?
i said that sometimes other people said it better.
you said "i love you" that night.
and i remember thinking that no one could say it better than the way you did.
i guess i said "i love you too."
but now, for the life of me i don't remember why.
it's not that i didn't love you.
by the way we looked in our pictures, no one could have doubted the way i felt about you.
i was happy, almost too happy.
i couldn't sto
We Are Only Made of DustThe world is not ours,
(but that doesn't stop us from wanting it)
Our bodies are not limitless; they do not last forever, though in this moment
I swear, I almost feel infinite
There was a time when I thought words were immeasurable
Those being said, those already spoken, and those yet to be spoken
They are, were and would forever be endless
Some are exchanged lightly without thought, and others are as thunder, destructive and forceful,
but somehow it doesn't matter how they are said, and to whom;
As long as those words put an end to the drawn out silence
(there is no need for them to be meaningful, or even tender)
I used to believe words were Everything
that language could offer us something unexplainable and undeserved
(As though it was not meant for everyone)
I used to think these things when I was young
PhotographsOur lives, it seems are photographs
Moments of joy, snippets of sadness
Beginnings of one thing, ends of another
Simple snapshots taken just to be forgotten
They are worn and faded
Beautiful, but so often left in a drawer.
Three ThingsSo these are the three things I have learned,
One from someone I'll never meet,
two others from people I never knew
Walk in other people's shoes, regardless of the size
See things through someone else's eyes, instead of looking blindly through your own
Write as if the words you write would be your last.
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
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