Showing Myself

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Writing makes me cry sometimes. At least the words I don’t show many people. I haven’t gotten halfway heartfelt until my eyes are worn red from the cathartic energy flowing from them. Those are the darkest writings, the ones that I save for days when I can console myself and just push through. After the madness of words stringing through my brain, pushing at my temples, painfully true words are my worst enemy and my best friend. Not all the tears are sad. I’ve cried because of fond memories floating above my soul. Because I miss the good old days and because I’m excited to relive them.
Wiring usually makes me smile. Always, that is the outcome. It feels so empowering to know that your thoughts make sense. They hit words that flow and explore all possibilities. And it is beautiful.

Diligently writing for you, Writingdilegently, Angelina Rosa

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Reciting to myself

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With the door shut and the water running
I recite my words to my best and worst audience.
To my face in the steaming mirror or to my ears with the water running down my back
The shower is my best stage
There I don’t worry about the opinions and disagreements.
I can edit and unedit with ease.
Scratch that line
Respeak it this way.
I can express my ideas pridefully
With hands moving with my excitement through the air.
I could go on for hour and hours
Expressing observations and opinions clearly and poeticly.
All my thoughts end up sounding perfect to me
Some end up on a page or on a webpage like this one.
In fact I wish they all end up here.
But most get lost from me, get lost in the passion and never make it to a physical form.

Paper Hearts

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Ripped in two

Bent

Folded

Crumpled

The children of today

We walk around

With paper hearts

We are open to so much

And receive so much abuse

But it’s not all bad

Some days

we throw glitter on those hearts

Or iron out the creases

We often draw smiles on them

Because we know

That our hearts won’t beat forever

So we give them out

And live them up

– writingdilegently