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laurabell
thoughts
4y
Dear Friend.
[SKYGAZZER] I am cold now Where once ago I lined up My indigo eyes And placed them parallel to those brown one You owned friend. I am cold now, Jaded some say. I stared into the sun For too long To long
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laurabell
blog
4y
God dammit. I did it.
I won I own m y s e l f Controversal Opinion: trigger warning. I think triggers and bullies are good. Which means -- I believe they both have value. The haters are useful and throw out creative solutions;
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laurabell
blog
4y
Evil at Eight
POEM // AGE 8. My mother told me that I was evil for whatever in hell my eight-year-old self said. And my mother told me that she told the doctors All about the things I did. My mother told me to take
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laurabell
blog
4y
What’s my story to share?
I think that’s been my question and always the point of this blog — I desired to tell my story. However the story contains characters that are not just me — they are of other people who maybe don’t want
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epic-vibration
Threespeak
4y
Burn The Boats
Just imagine if we decided that we would make it happen no matter what. Just imagine if we decided we would do WHATEVER IT TAKES! Of course that can mean go hard, pull back and heal, be smarter, push more,
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laurabell
blog
4y
An ode to the modern artist; you speak for us, the broken ones.
Dear Kate; This is an ode to the modern poets and writers that inspire me. And an apology, yeah there’s that too. But it’s mostly a love ballad — I promise. It’s full of all the same tragedy and shock
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laurabell
emotionalhealing
4y
Till the anvil drops.
Dear Step-Brother; Your mother is dead; my mother is alive. You went there; you said it. Instead of feeding me rat poison covered in sugar --- you expressed. It’s true; my mother breathes. I have chosen
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blog
4y
My Psycho Roommate; literally.
Dear Tiny; I wish you knew how much Mia and I were alike; and I am sure -- like you said, we are also different. But the parts I did see in her; consumed me too. How could she be so inconsiderate to both
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blog
4y
Cause and Effect.
Dear LK; Growing up, I did not learn cause and effect; properly. It took me back to the early 2000s when my sister told my father to ‘shut the fuck up’ casually. Okay -- probably just as problematic as
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laurabell
emotionalhealing
4y
Take Care of Yourself Now; I Grew Up.
My Dearest Bathtub Queen; I am writing this letter to you out of William’s concerns of awkwardness between the two of you, “But, you all don’t talk all the time; anymore?” I understand his need of validation;
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laurabell
blog
4y
How to Say, "I hate you"; when you mean "I love you"?
authors note: I write like wild poetry sometimes. I enjoy it, and I got a suggestion to break up my words with headings and lines. It makes the word a bit more digestible. If your a reader; I'd love your
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laurabell
naturalhealing
4y
To the Worst Best Friend I've Ever Had: I Buried You.
Dear Al; If I happened to pass you on the streets of Dewey; I am not sure if I’d recognized you. Are you still blonde? Long hair? Short? I am not sure the color of your eyes: were they brown or blue? We
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laurabell
death
4y
Figurative Death.
Dear Hometown; [Hint: The most populated part of the first state in the U.S.] *Trigger Warning: contains figurative language around death and suicide. Sophomore year of high-school you figuratively burned
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laurabell
naturalmedicine
4y
Why was I Kidnapped?
Dear LK* and Father; [name retracted to hide name of former therapist] This letter's purpose is to answer my own question of, "Why did my parents send me away? Why was I kidnapped from my old life?"
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laurabell
blog
4y
I Alone Can Define Myself.
I am realizing that there is a pattern to my writings; at first I explain the heartache, the pain. Next I destroy the patterns that enable my current paradigm to continue (victim mentality; accepted patterns
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laurabell
blog
4y
An Ode to Vomit: Emetophobia
I became fearful of that vile, yellow, putrid -- chunky bubbly guts some call vomit. Others refer to it as 'throw-up'; whatever the slang of the day may be, it used to be my worst imaginable fear. I used
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laurabell
blog
4y
Honesty
I began to notice a shift in my writings. And I am beginning to become more discerning of how I place my personal craft out into the world. I want to give direction, content, and not word vomit. There
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laurabell
motherhood
4y
Mother Archetype Figures.
I thought it'd last forever. This maiden version of myself; this woman who was wild. I began my first poem on here about that characteristic. That part I missed about myself. A part of me that I had to
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laurabell
pride
4y
"Happy Pride Month," She Said to Herself.
I am Changing; And it is wild. I am the prism of the rainbow that almost wasn't. It has been a journey to even admit this in a post, to even write about this. However, I feel like the act of writing is
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laurabell
blog
4y
The Death of the Religion of My Childhood: A Personal Perspective.
I am going to die. I see the Grim Reaper come by; Who am I? before I blink the last bat of the eye. I am a great lover of the tarot; it's a passion that I have developed for no other reason than my love
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