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Poem: We build castles with our fears and sleep in them like kings and queens.

The Blooming of Madness poem by Christopher Poindexter. We build castles with our fears and sleep inside them like kings and queens.

I promise you this storm will wash this ocean

"I promise you. These storms are only trying to wash you clean" -Jessica Katoff

she's whiskey in a teacup

Black Market Baby "She’s whiskey in a teacup. She’s a diamond that Wants to stay coal" -Tom Waits

It is both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so very deeply.

So deeply felt is a burden, nothing else. To feel so deeply makes me frown. Deeply felt is a sin. Feeling deeply a tragic curse. To feel so deeply as to be scarred by everything left to be just a mark.

My demons come at night after I've had a really good day, I could have had the best day ever and they will whisper that I do it all wrong and that I did something bad my demons never go away, and they are never silenced.

My demons though quiet, are never quite silenced. Calm as they may be, they wait patiently for a reason to wake, take an overdue breath, and crawl back to my ear and make me feel everything I want to leave behind again and again.

interactions

you and me and never us: a complicated series of almost interactions AKA MY LIFE

she, a wildflower  .. X ღɱɧღ ||

William Shakespeare, Hamlet: "In my heart there was a king of fighting that would not let me sleep.

This is a wonderful relationship and it's now a goal to find someone this would describe.

We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright. A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway.

beauty in the dark is finding Jesus in places we never thought he would travel, horror in the light is finding a devil behind the mask of a saint

"He encontrado tanta belleza en la oscuridad, como he encontrado un montón de horrores en la luz" beauty in the dark is finding Jesus in places we never thought he would travel, horror in the light is finding a devil behind the mask of a saint

we love the things that kill us

Inspiration image for The Mad Countess by Erica Monroe, in Mystified - The Blooming of Madness poem written by Christopher Poindexter "we love the things that kill us"

and eight year old reading the encyclopedia stating she wanted to be the first woman president

For Sale on Etsy: “The Universe and Her, and I #39” (link to buy in bio)

This love, it is true. There was a reason she loved the moon so much . It was because the moon didn't critisize her , didn't talk bad to her . The moon just watched and gave off light .

I will never be a morning person, for the moon and I, are much too in love. Poem by Christopher Poindexter

Chapters in my books of life

If you cannot be a poet, be the poem.-- i am in love with this poem… really am. this is so beautiful. and i love this poet so much!

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