Bre Writes Daily
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For nearly two weeks, the shiny metal staples shone like a beacon on her forehead. For nearly two weeks, all everyone ever saw was the staples. How she had gotten the staples wasn’t important, but she wouldn’t tell anyone either way. After she got them removed, the white clear strips were put in their place…
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I was fresh out of the package, and you burned me with your influence. Fed me your lines and your rhymes, All in perfect time and cadence. You marked me with your ways, and your faults, so that whenever I do anything, I am reminded of you. Your rhymes and your cadences, all getting stuck…
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Of the several things that lay strewn under the Christmas tree the week after the holiday, the most inconspicuous was the small cardboard box. “I know we’re over,” he had said way back in the summer when she had ended their relationship, “But I found this and it reminded me of you.” For months, she…
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You are my sunshine, My only Sunshine. When we met you were the only bright spot in my life. Everything else was shit and that night that you introduced yourself was the night that I felt like I could breathe again, like the storms in my life had finally ceased. You make me happy, When…
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She folds her hands so you don’t see the bruises. The hides her gaze so you don’t see her bloodshot eyes. She tries not to wince when you take hold of her and show her something you’re proud of. She covers up so you don’t see the scars and burns. Your muse has been fighting…
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There are moments when you want to give up, when nothing is going your way and everything is crumbling around you. Those are the moments when you find out what you are made of. Your decision at that moment determines if you quit and quietly fall into nothingness or if you rise and overcome and…
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The rhythm is monotonous and comfortable sometimes, and yet you no find comfort in that. You think that living after tonight will be a nightmare, but you’re wrong. The nightmare is not waking up tomorrow and seeing the sunrise, the smiles on small children as they pass, the beautiful chaos that is human interaction. The…
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The days don’t stop. You either persevere or you perish. Yes, it will be hard, but you can get through it. Just put on some good music and dance.
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You wish things had ended differently. That she would have done more, that you could have done less. You just want things to have been different. You wouldn’t have said what you had said if you knew how things were going to go. Sure, you felt it, and she eventually said it back, but it…
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Memories are the silent killer, the ones that wrap around your head and whisper into your ear that you could have done everything to change the thing you fear the most. Or worse, the ones that sweetly sing that song of regret where if you had changed one thing, Made one phone call, sent one…
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Your head is spinning. You can’t believe how weak and powerless you feel over one simple bit of information. How strong you felt when you first started and now you have never felt so defeated. All it takes is one word, one quick action to make everything go from amazing to complete disaster. One moment…
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Failure is not an option. You tell yourself this over and over again, Until it becomes a permanent mantra. You have to finish this project, Before the month rolls over to a new one. You have already reached close enough, To taste the sweet success, Of the winner’s circle. But you have your own goals. …
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Now that she has fully disappeared, the world has changed. The sky is darker, more stormy, more clouds and less blue. The air itself is electrified with torment, and when the chilled wind blows all you hear is her voice, beckoning you back to the better days. Warmer days. You miss the spring and her…
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She’s slowly disappearing. The artist, the creative, The crazy. She is being replaced. The analytical, the theorist, The Calm under all circumstances. So you paint your skin with permanent ink, And pierce your skin with loud colored metals, And hope you recognize yourself in the mirror, Through the work professional attire, And the fake smiles. …
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You look for an exit, whether through the trees or the sea of people, or even from the prison of your body. You can’t find one, so you choose to fight. Them, the situation, everything you hate, and even yourself. You hope you’re dreaming, that you’ll wake up in your bed, safe and sound. But…
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Certain things chase you, memories, ideas, failures, and no matter how fast you try and escape, they find you. You think: If only I had done that differently. You think: If only I had said something else. You think: If only I had tried harder! Stop it. You can’t outrun the past, or your mistakes,…
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She knows she’ll die there. As soon as she hears the rotors of the planes and smells the gas in the air, she knows they will die there. Near the ocean and the waves, lapping at their feet, the squishy sand between their toes as they dance to whatever God rules the sea. The planes…
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When you tilt your head forward enough to see the world upside down, everything looks different. The trees are brown at the top, tapering into green points at the bottom, the sky is green and the grass is blue. You notice people’s shoes more rather than the lies they hide on their faces. Even your…
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The dance isn’t one you expected to know. It was a dance you didn’t even know existed until it was shown to you and you woke up from the dream. It was as if the ribbons were cut away from your eyes, and your hair as it all fell to the floor under the attack…
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You take a deep breath and stand before the mirror. You see a stranger, someone wearing your skin that you don’t recognize. Someone whose face is too long, whose hair is too short, whose bones take up too much space under the too tight skin. Do you know what I see? A warrior, whose face…