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Thu Mar 23, 2017 8:47 am
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TriSARAHtops says...



I could use my commute for getting uni stuff done but let's be realistic.

Let's see if we can beat last year's grand total of... two.
if we wait until we're ready
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for the rest of our lives
  





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Sun Apr 02, 2017 7:10 am
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TriSARAHtops says...



i. i, a timid creature

i, a timid creature,
entirely underserving
of ever being called brave,
forgot, for a second,
my uncertain worried nature
and became something more,
all because you asked.

i, the master pretender,
the wide-eyed deer in the headlights
that by some trick of light and shadows
and of distance,
was in your eyes a fiercer, stronger force
with a boldness that disguised
my fear and fallibility.

i, an unrepentant dreamer,
who hoped for everything
but never followed through,
except this once,
when we met, and you saw
an adventurous, fearless girl
and for you i made that true.

you knew me at my best
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Mon Apr 03, 2017 4:23 am
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Aley says...



I love the content of this first poem.

I can completely understand that feeling, and that situation. You've hit the nail on the head with how it feels to try to live up to someone's expectations, and how that can be overwhelming sometimes, and short lived.
  





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Mon Apr 03, 2017 4:54 am
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TriSARAHtops says...



ii. inspired by the night shift

there is a delightful anarchy in falling into bed at sunrise
of emerging, bleary-eyed, into a world that is slowly coming back to life
of ending at the beginning
with blue-yellow skies that you never realised were so different to the rosy sunset clouds
that despite an exhaustion that settles over you
and makes time stretch, warp, elongate
you pause and look upwards, admiring the watercolour morning
the night brings a sense of potential
that wears itself thin by sunrise
when you stumble home, to bed
and go against every instinct nature and your parents ever taught you
morning, begin
night, end
maybe for you the inverse is true
but as light spreads across the skyline
and you long for your bed
the strangeness of this inbetween time is both uncanny and intoxicating
there's something delightful in that
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Mon Apr 03, 2017 4:56 am
TriSARAHtops says...



@Aley Thank you <3
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Tue Apr 04, 2017 3:12 am
alliyah says...



Yes! I love that first line with "anarchy in falling into bed at sunrise" - we can always use a little anarchy, right? The way you describe and contrast between the morning sky and the sunset is quite interesting as well. The liminal space between days and time is just very intriguing. Looking forward to reading more of your work. :)
you should know i am a time traveler &
there is no season as achingly temporary as now
but i have promised to return
  








Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes but when you look back, everything's different?
— C.S. Lewis