Tag: thoughtful
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Poem:The Memories Of A Familiar Stranger
I looked up and there you were. I must’ve looked like I had seen a ghost or maybe I didn’t. The eyes staring back at me where those of a very familiar stranger. I quickly looked into your eyes and the memories flooded my brain. I used to I stare into your eyes too long…
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Do I Love Me, Do I Love Me Not?
Tonight, I had to talk myself out of my car and into this restaurant I’m currently sitting in. It still takes some inner pep talking to muster up the courage to get out and do things by myself. But any opportunity to become very familiar with who I am I’ll take it. I have a…
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Poem:Old Fashioned Cure
All I can do is stare blankly to the seat across from me, the empty seat. The restaurant is packed and I’m sitting here with myself and this drink. Often, I picture you here and wonder what you’d say when I order my old fashioned. Would you think I’m sophisticated or would you think I’m…
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The Dating Pool is Shallow
Gosh, where do I even begin? I’ve had a few people ask me why I haven’t really touched on the topic of dating. And the truth of the matter is because for a long time I hadn’t really felt ready. Unfortunately, I had to work on fixing things I didn’t break. I quickly grabbed my…
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Magic Comes From Within
I have officially been on this earth for 30 years, it feels kind of surreal, to look back and think that turning 21 felt like yesterday. Time is kind of a terrifying thing if you think about it, that’s why we’re told to cherish it because time doesn’t stop. When I was 18, I felt…
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Poem:Reckless Driver
I look over to admire you from the driver seat as you shifted gears, the windows rolled down while I watched your hair blow wildly in the wind. I laughed with reckless abandon as we quickly hit over 100 mph on the highway and it felt like time stopped. I took a snapshot in my…
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Poem: The Mind Can Be A Messy Place
My mind and my home have collected dust on every surface, I need to clean I keep telling myself. Maybe for the past three weeks? Maybe four? I don’t remember anymore. I finally get up to declutter my head, clean away all the emotions left on the floor. There’s so much to pickup, not just…
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Fall In Love With All The Broken Pieces
As I walk on the beach, I notice love alI the around me and I get to thinking but then again, when am I not? I think about, in the span of seven short months, how different life has become for me. And in that time, I think about how I lost a piece of…
The Ramblings of the Hopeful Overthinker 