I write because
It is my opportunity
To speak
With my own voice.
To just be.... me.

I write because
I hunger
Not to compel
Or inspire or entertain.

I just hunger
To make sense
Of the world around me.

by Marla Deaton  2014

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I got lost in myself, like the wind that dances without reason
And I looked at the sky, as if it were my last thought
but it just looked back, without promises
I tried to understand, but what is understanding?
Will I ever understand?
Perhaps understanding is just another illusion of the mind

And longing, ah, longing became a shadow
that follows me and touches me with its invisible hands
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I don’t want to mask my poetry

I want you to understand me

Curse your perfect rhythms, rhymes, haikus

Your lyricism, your literary

When I try to adopt it, I turn mute.

Something channels through me

(I’ve never really found the root)

A demanding stream of consciousness

That cannot stop to breathe, let alone

Wait, conceptualise, draft, redraft

I can’t!

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In life there is no
guarantee of anything.

There is no guarantee of happiness.
There is no guarantee that we won't feel hurt.
There is no guarantee that there won't
be any struggles along the way.
There is no guarantee that anything will be easy.
There is no such thing as a guarantee.

Life is something
that we cannot truly understand.
Because, no matter how many times
we ask and s...

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