Author Archives: A Poetic Paradox

About A Poetic Paradox

Well I'm me and to write "all about me" in this tiny little box is pretty close to impossible. I'm bold, love bright colors, and I can be a seriously good friend. I love to write, it's basically my passion! :D Oh, and I know it may not seem like much, but I want to teach young children. I ADORE little kids. I never really made a blog before, and I even have trouble keeping up with my own journal, but I hope this works out well. (:

Butterflies

I swear to you I haven’t gone a day Without thinking about the way You make me feel. There’s butterflies in my heart for you, That’s something no one else could do. That’s how I know that this is real. … Continue reading

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We Just Deserve A Happy Ending

I never could imagine death Until I felt what it was like to live After giving my heart away and being left empty. I never realized what it meant to give someone all of yourself until I tried to take … Continue reading

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Actions Speak Louder Than Words

And finally he hummed those three syllables, The song I’ve been longing to hear him sing. Yet as the sweet melody flowed from his lips, I did not sigh of relief, my heart did not beat faster. For the first … Continue reading

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High On FWB

I haven’t written in a while. I haven’t found the time because I’ve been so goddamn wrapped up in staring at your smile. I haven’t posted a poem in weeks. I’ve been too busy kissing your shoulders, your back, your … Continue reading

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Opposed To The Opposition

We’re polar opposites, My heart is positive, yours is negative. The attraction is magnifying, I’m pulled towards you in some fashion. I want an explanation, but it’s inexplicable. I want it to stop, but it’s unstoppable.

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Love. It’s like heroine. It doesn’t matter how much you know that it’s bad for you, You’re addicted. All you want is more, until it’s the death of you.

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Firsts

I remember the first time I felt fat and ugly. I was four, standing in front of that mirrored wall, surrounded by dancers that were smaller and prettier than I was. I remember the first time an adult made me … Continue reading

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