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Tory Edana Talbott
@toryedana
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aspiring writer/poet
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2018-05-01 06:47
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toryedana
poetry
7y
let it hurt.
it hurts. and sometimes you just have to let it.
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8y
The Ocean Is A Place
he said he’d prefer to stay far enough away from the ocean and its crashing waves, and I couldn’t help but laugh to myself because prior to him, I dove right into the abyss, collected
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toryedana
poetry
8y
Don't Put Your Happiness In Other People's Hands
I placed my sense of self in the palms of a soul that promised me more than he could muster. I placed my love in the palms of a man who would watch it overflow until he lost sight of
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poetry
8y
Like California's Weather
I am the girl who begins again, after the credits roll, fixed between the beginning of a soul, and the end of sentences and words, years and years old. could it all just blend together, like seasons slipping
toryedana
poetry
8y
Rubble and Debris
The love I felt for you was something capable of moving mountains; it was everything powerful and strong – we could’ve built empires hand-in-hand, raised kingdoms from ashes and
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poetry
8y
Tomorrow Will Not Erase My Love For You
People so often promise that tomorrows hold the possibility of change, but with each new day, I find that one thing remains the same: my love for you only grows stronger, as each hour ticks away. (images
toryedana
poetry
8y
Blood Blooms
For every night without you, blood blooms from my body like a flower. (images found on
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poetry
8y
I'm Sorry I'm A Problem
I think I’ve made that awful transformation from person to a thing. But not just any “thing” – a very troubled and unsolvable problem. I am so sorry to have become a riddle in your
toryedana
poetry
8y
And Nobody Warned Me About You
And nobody told me that, at some point, I would have to release you back into the world that chewed me up and spit me out. Nobody took my gnarled hands and whispered that I’d have
toryedana
poetry
8y
Is That A Risk You're Willing To Take?
I had hoped when I showed you my scars and cuts, that you might kiss them and find a home within them. I hoped that you might settle deep into my flesh and blood so that I might
toryedana
poetry
8y
One More Thing Hanging Over Your Head
I could’ve been your everything, your reason to keep going, your savior, your lover, your light in the dark. Instead, you treated me like I was just another obstacle. Now
toryedana
poetry
8y
Just Another One About You
Last night, I killed myself – not with pills and booze – but with sad songs and old memories of you. (images found on
toryedana
poetry
8y
Ghosts in the Room
Remember when I used to hold you with those knots in your chest and those thoughts in your head and those demons that played round and round our feet at the foot of the bed?
toryedana
poetry
8y
Could You Love Me Again Someday?
I knew it would end like this. I would become nothing to him, though he once said I was his everything. “If I once meant so much, how could I now mean so little?” I wonder
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wordchallenge
8y
Word Poetry Challenge #1: Green Leaves
two kids collided when things felt right and the sun shone brightly without clouds lurking beside. the leaves were green, like the shade of my eyes, strange how you loved them
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dsound
8y
Poetry Slam Week #10 (The Saddest Truth)
Sunlit shadows kiss her skin, Undisclosed secrets, caving in, I won’t say that I miss you, But what can I do, When my brain fails to function, And it lets me say nothing. Tell me, what can I do, When my
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poetry
8y
I Am Still Dreaming Of You
Dreams of you litter my mind like tattered love notes scattered all across my room. They’re all so typical, so ordinary – trips to the store, to the park, to the pool or just the two
toryedana
poetry
8y
Four God Damn Months
4 months. 4 god damn months. That’s how long it takes to forget me. To wipe me off your profiles, from your phone, from your memories. 4 fucking months. And you’ve
toryedana
poetry
8y
Yesterday's Girl
Plans for the future crumble and fall away as you say that you wish to leave me in your past, as though I’m just something born to be forgotten and replaced. And who’s to say I’m not?
toryedana
poetry
8y
I Am Not Your Friday Night Girl
I am not the girl you’ll spend your Friday nights with, but I just might be the one you’ll be thinking of years down the line, as you quietly wish that you had.
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