Allison Stevenson
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LIFE IS A MAGNETIC STORM
Life is a great big wonderous hurried blur, and may, at times, get in its own way, Chaotic antagonizing crossing of Sights, sounds, touch, people, sanity, lucidity. You, as I have ofter and still do at times feel that your restless soul has been beat and stomped into the earth so often, you doubt that it will ever, in infinity’s eternity be clean and untattered again. Washed off and simply whole again. Perhaps we are simply stained for eternity, we are things that greatness will not allow, achievement should not look upon, less it lose its honor.
By Allison Stevenson4 years ago in Poets
Chaotic Absolute And A Beautiful Torment
Chaotic Absolute And A Beautiful Torment That perfect absolute moment when I realized that I was more insanely more terrified of losing my son than of the simplicity of death itself, and that I loved him more than anyone I have had ever loved before, or ever will. I love him more than I could ever love myself, it’s a scary, calm, beautiful, easy love. I could stare death in the eye and ask him to please hurry along, but the simplest thought of losing my son, the soul that helped save me just by making his way into this world, who’s laugh made everything in me feel pure and right, who’s perfect happiness puts a smile on my face, and absolutely nothing on heaven or earth could compare to. My one right was the most perfect version of himself without ever trying or needing.
By Allison Stevenson4 years ago in Psyche