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Dec 04
poem
Nightheart

the journey of a girl

once there was a girl who forgot 
what words tasted like
when she drank them up with her eyes
and her thirsty brain was finally satisfied.

once there was a girl who stopped loving 
the words that had once tatooed themselves onto her skin
who washed them clean every time 
her eyes wandered from the page. 

once there was a girl who lost her dreams
and scoffed at magic when the subject was brought up, 
forgetting that she once used to find the fairies 
that lived on the other side of the creek. 

once there was a girl who lived 
in 
black 
white
grey 
grey
grey. 

before, 
there had been explosions of paint 
and color 
and brightness.

once, there was a girl lost. 

but then something changed.

once there was a girl who 
healed the desert inside with an 
oasis of beautiful words. 

once there was a girl who loved the words
she was born with, reckognizing 
that words were more her blood 
that anything that had ever run through her veins. 

once there was a girl who chased the clouds
and reckognized that magic was just the things we do not yet understand
but now she was on a mission to understand them. 

once there was a girl found. 
 
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Posted: 12.04.18
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  1. William
    Dec 04, 2018

    Wonderfully written! The third stanza is especially well done, and the overall story is a joy to read.

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  1. colly-wobbles
    Dec 05, 2018

    This poem was very hopeful and inspiring! I loved how you wrote, "recognizing
    that words were more her blood than anything that had ever run through her veins.", that was so cleverly written!

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  1. dogpoet
    Dec 05, 2018

    This is amazing!!

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  1. LadyMidnight
    Dec 15, 2018

    This is absolutely amazing. You have a gift. Congratulations

    "There is nothing to writing. All you have to do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." - Ernest Hemmingway

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  1. Worlds.Within.Words
    Dec 17, 2018

    Once there was a girl who read
    Another girl's story and loved it
    For it could have been her own.

    Seriously, I loved this so much!! You know the feeling when someone else puts something you feel into words more perfectly than you ever could? That's how I felt when I read "reckognizing
    that words were more her blood
    that anything that had ever run through her veins" and "reckognized that magic was just the things we do not yet understand
    but now she was on a mission to understand them." Thank you for writing and sharing!!!!

    "I say I want to save the world but really/I want to write poems all day"
    -Dorothea Lasky

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