Aflame

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Aflame

Pen to paper,
That's what I tell myself.
Just start writing,
The truth will find its way out.
Nervous about try-outs;
Lonely as can be (without anyone to talk it through);
Excited for school to start (something to focus on);
Exhausted but not tired;
Worried but not really anxious...
That's a lot of emotion-
All that right brained stuff.
Those are things I would talk with you about,
Ignore anything beyond friendship,
I just miss your insight,
Your humor,
Your viewpoint,
Our friendship.
Do we have to burn everything to the ground
Or can we salvage some parts?

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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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Sweater Weather 0
Morning Light 0
100 Miles 0
Falling Short 0
Hot Bath 0
Enchanting 0
Driving Off Again 0
Too Pretty 1
Regret 0
Trials of a Hipster 0
Running on Empty 0
October 25th, 2013 0
School Tricks 0
Lifeguard 0
Benevolence 0
Backbone 0
Haunted (in September) 0
Reflection IV (Midnight Musings) 0
Chipped 0
I Give Up 0
Spell It Out 0
Out of Sight Out of Mind 0
Reflection III 0
Reflection II 0
Aflame 0
Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy 0
False Impressions 0
(You Can't) Turn Back Time 0
Reflection I 1
Someone's Missing 0
Casual 0
Vertical Truth 0
Nineteen Minutes 1
Momentary Elegance 0
Voicemail 0
"You were the best thing that's ever happened to me." 0
Pet Peeve 0
Oregon Coast 0
fin 0
Sun Lakes 0
Writer's Block 0
Holding On 0
(No longer) Drowning 0
Est-ce que je suis perdue? 0
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Written in the Stars (it seems) 0
TV 0
Sandtimer 0
Things 0
Missing You 0
Missing You 0
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