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Holly Rene Hunter is the “House of Heart” blog. When I do stop by and read her blog I am quite impressed. Holly does a great job creating beautiful imagery. She writes with elegance and it’s almost as if I’m reading a famous poet from the 1970’s. I am always impressed when I read her blog. I enjoy the choices of word and style. Some may not know this but she also has a book. I encourage for others to take the time to read it.

Please check out her blog if you have not.

I take the time to do this because it is very time consuming for a blogger to answer questions for an award that is offered to them. This is my way of appreciating them without doing a bunch of work.

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So much anger

So much bottled

So much frustration

So much repeating

So much carelessness

So much distance

So much ignoring

So much venom

So much contained

So much lost

So much wasted

So much avoiding

So much gone

So much feared

So much vile

So much excrement

So much confusion

So much

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(1st Verse)
I wish there is so much I could erase,
I wish I could forget the beauty of your face.
But it doesn’t seem that will disappear.
I wish I could have walked away back then,
I wish I didn’t have to pretend,
But now it’s all crystal clear.

Chorus:
My heart isn’t something you can borrow,
You can’t use it today and return it tomorrow.
My heart isn’t something you can shatter,
You can’t break it and think it doesn’t matter.
For crying out loud, you better listen up now,
It won’t be long that I will be living happily ever after.

(2nd Verse)
I wish there was so much I could forget,
I wish sometimes that we never met.
But I try to find the silver lining in all of this.
I wish you don’t know me inside and out,
I wish you were someone I could live without,
But I’m starting to see what I truly missed.

Chorus:
My heart isn’t something you can borrow,
You can’t use it today and return it tomorrow.
My heart isn’t something you can shatter,
You can’t break it and think it doesn’t matter.
For crying out loud, you better listen up now,
It won’t be long that I will be living happily ever after.

(3rd Verse)
I wish there was much I could hide,
I wish you couldn’t read my mind,
But you seem to know all my thoughts.
I wish there was a way to get out of here,
I wish that a part of me wasn’t scared,
But one day I know I won’t feel so lost.

Chorus:
My heart isn’t something you can borrow,
You can’t use it today and return it tomorrow.
My heart isn’t something you can shatter,
You can’t break it and think it doesn’t matter.
For crying out loud, you better listen up now,
It won’t be long that I will be living happily ever after.

Bridge:
I blacked out all the tears of the rain,
I devoured the light to wash away my pain.
I bit my tongue so that I could change,
I picked up the pieces and my remains.

Chorus:
My heart isn’t something you can borrow,
You can’t use it today and return it tomorrow.
My heart isn’t something you can shatter,
You can’t break it and think it doesn’t matter.
For crying out loud, you better listen up now,
It won’t be long that I will be living happily ever after.

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The quiet man is a cerebral hunter. The quiet man gravitates to the intellect. He is absorbed into observing and memorizing behavior. The quiet man is a visionary. The quiet man is complex and fascinated with the dynamics of relationships. The quiet man values quality not quantity. The quiet man sees the world through others. The quiet man seeks purity. The quiet man seeks beauty in all; perhaps he sits silently in the distance. The quiet man seeks simplicity in the complex. The quiet man is methodical and artistic. The quiet man is an optimist and embraces the warmth of humans. The quiet man is not a perfectionist. The quiet man admits when he is wrong and does not judge. The quiet man believes in the phrase “I can”. The quiet man sees the value of stages: growth and the truth. The quiet man reaches for spirituality. The quiet man has high standards and is goal oriented. He believes in equality. He is captivated by harmony and the melody of humans. The quiet man is viewed as an anti-socialist by others, a volcano ready to erupt. The quiet man defies social labels. The quiet man is blind by color, but can clearly see ignorance. The quiet man does not have the answers for everything, but only has perception. The quiet man does not like drama or self-pity. The quiet man is ambitious. The quiet man is shaken by intimacy. The quiet man is disturbed by his emotions. Perhaps the quiet man is tired of how he is viewed and labeled. The quiet man is not quiet. Perhaps no one listens to the quiet man, and how could they? The quiet man’s tongue is burning. The quiet man’s perception of himself is mediocrity. When the quiet man speaks, heads turn. People ignore the quiet man. Nobody cares what the quiet man has to say. He knows how he is viewed and would like the change that perception. As much as he tries to change, the label sticks. The quiet man is invisible. What is the quiet man to do? The quiet man is speechless. The quiet man is patient. The quiet man does not want to be the center of attention, but just to be noticed for something else than being quiet. The quiet man is misunderstood. The quiet man is not superficial. Perhaps others are wearing a mask. Perhaps the quiet man is afraid of what others will say when he speaks. Perhaps the quiet man just wants to be himself and be accepted for who he is, not a label. Perhaps we are all labeled in society from the minute we are born; from each stage of life that we enter. Someone gave you a label and it stuck. The reality is that every one of us is different. We are who we are and can’t change that. We like what we like and dislike what we dislike. The minute we speak of it, we are judged not for who we are, but interests. People bond due to interest in general, not for how we approach, live, and manage our lives. Perhaps the quiet man just wants to be accepted for who he is…doesn’t anyone care what the quiet man’s perception is? Maybe if we dug beyond the surface of people, everyone is beautiful in some small way. We all have quirks hang-ups, baggage, skeletons in the closets, and that really shouldn’t matter. Does that define who we are? No.

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(1st Verse)
It wasn’t too long that the trust disappeared.
What was once a dream is now our nightmare.
The years have gone by,
With the magic gone from our eyes.
What was once strong and warm,
It’s all cold and ready to walk away from the storm.

Chorus:
Too much pain,
Too much heart ache.
Too many tears,
Too many mistakes.
I can’t help it if there are too many problems to solve,
You are standing still as I evolve.

(2nd Verse)
It wasn’t too long that the lies begin to show,
What we thought was real is what we have to let go.
The years have slowly passed,
With more anger and less laughs.
What was once gold and all so safe,
I find myself sleeping alone in another place.

Chorus:
Too much pain,
Too much heart ache.
Too many tears,
Too many mistakes.
I can’t help it if there are too many problems to solve,
You are standing still as I evolve.

Bridge:
Don’t you remember that day you took off your ring?
You told me, please leave, and pack your things.
Don’t you remember that day you struck a nerve?
Too many days, too much lost,
So many unspoken words.

Chorus:
Too much pain,
Too much heart ache.
Too many tears,
Too many mistakes.
I can’t help it if there are too many problems to solve,
You are standing still as I evolve.

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I can’t tell

If I’m lost

or if I’m just not found

I can’t tell

If I’m confused

or if I’m in a fog

I can’t tell

If I’m the enigma

or if I’m missing pieces

I can’t tell

If I’m scared of myself

or just want to be hidden

I can’t tell

If I’m in a movie

or my reality is dramatic

I can’t tell

if I’m an introvert

or I just enjoy being alone

I can’t tell

if I want to live

or if I’m content being alive

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I was born to feel

I was born to absorb my emotions a bit different

I want to see the world through others eyes

I was born to be a poet

I was born to be a writer

I want to be in touch with my tears

I want to know where they came from

I want to know where your scars came from

I want to understand you

I was born to be something I didn’t know existed

I was born to love you

I was born to share something that is suppose to bring us together

I was born to hold you

I was born so we could be together

I was born to love you until the end of time

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(1st Verse)
Sipping on a drink of courage,
Drifting away from the conversation.
I can feel the fire, this aching desire,
Never wanting to get rid of this sensation.
I want to walk right on up to you,
Kiss those million dollar lips.
I want to open up my heart,
Tell you nothing is better than this.

Chorus:
I don’t need alcohol to tell you how I feel.
I don’t need a drug to know this is real.
I don’t need to be high to know that this right,
I don’t need anything to know, you are the center of my life.

(2nd Verse)
Drunk on your wildfire eyes,
Falling in the depths of hunger.
I can feel your hands, making me feel like a man,
Loving you doesn’t make me wonder.
I want to walk right on up to you,
Wrap my arms around your loving skin.
I want to open up my heart,
Tell you being with you is the moment my life began.

Chorus:
I don’t need alcohol to tell you how I feel.
I don’t need a drug to know this is real.
I don’t need to be high to know that this right,
I don’t need anything to know, you are the center of my life.

Bridge:
I’d get a tattoo that says “You’re my girl,”
I’d scream on top of the mountain that you are my world.
I’d get on stage and sing to the crowd…
It’s you and I together, loving you forever,
Every thing about this, I couldn’t be more proud.

Chorus:
I don’t need alcohol to tell you how I feel.
I don’t need a drug to know this is real.
I don’t need to be high to know that this right,
I don’t need anything to know, you are the center of my life.

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I’m a blurry train wreck
I’m the bottom of a pit
I’m the black ice in the winter
I’m the darkest rain cloud
I’m the sting from the bee
I’m a fading car crash
I’m the dust on the ground
I’m the tears in my lonely eyes
I’m a distant social disease
I’m the monster under my bed
I’m the skeleton in my closet
I’m the spider creating my own web
I’m the tarantula in the desert
I’m the demon in my soul

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I saw you between the kaleidoscopic tears and wretched veins. I kept my distance and harbored the burnt edges of my existence. I clashed with harmony and my own walls that I have personally built. I stand between your denial and my built up frustrations. I walk away to hold on to my sanity knowing my dreams will never come true. I live for you. I live for what I love not the picket fences you created. I always thought love was elastic.

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(1st Verse)
You use to cut me with your sharp tongue,
You use to blind me with your fears that were brighter than the sun.
You use to shake the roots in our ground,
You use to scream and somehow you were no where to be found.
Our walls started to crumble from the darkest skies…
I could hear it, somehow I didn’t fear it,
Don’t worry I didn’t mind hearing you say goodbye.

Chorus:
I’ve been drunk on the moon,
Wishing you couldn’t see my scars.
I’ve been drunk on the moon,
Not far from the spinning star.
I’ve been drunk on the moon,
So happy to be on the other side.
I’ve been drunk on the moon,
Someone else has finally made me feel alive.

(2nd Verse)
You use to say the cruelest words,
You use to laugh when you knew it hurt.
You use to run to the hills as my colors fade,
You use to dance on my rainbow in my parade.
Our walls started to cave from the wind of the storm,
I could see it, I do believe it,
Don’t worry I didn’t mind you walking out the door.

Chorus:
I’ve been drunk on the moon,
Wishing you couldn’t see my scars.
I’ve been drunk on the moon,
Not far from the spinning star.
I’ve been drunk on the moon,
So happy to be on the other side.
I’ve been drunk on the moon,
Someone else has finally made me feel alive.

Bridge:
I didn’t mind feeling your thorn,
I didn’t mind knowing a part of me was torn.
I had to meet you to get where I am now.
I had to be lost to see I’m already found.
I didn’t mind walking on this broken road,
I didn’t mind finding the depths of my soul.

Chorus:
I’ve been drunk on the moon,
Wishing you couldn’t see my scars.
I’ve been drunk on the moon,
Not far from the spinning star.
I’ve been drunk on the moon,
So happy to be on the other side.
I’ve been drunk on the moon,
Someone else has finally made me feel alive

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You don’t need stunning

lipstick to make you sexy

You don’t need layers

of make up to make you beautiful

Just be real

You don’t need curves

to make you ravishing

You don’t need to perform

sexual acts to make you desirable

Just be honest

You don’t need to hide

all of the layers that make up you

Just be simply beautiful

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Rambunctious vile

Distasteful and loathsome

Repellant personality

Excruciating voice

Webs of rancid exteriors

A horrid smell of selfishness

Obnoxious point of view

Infamous small mind

Vindictiveness renders

Full filling the lonely

Unable to stand

Crawling like a two month baby

Expecting society to

play an orchestra for a

Prozac Nation

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Chasing a high-pitch shout

down an empty bottle

Retracing every convoluted

and mindless discussion

that was conjured up

Deciding not to dwell or

wallow in your demise

doesn’t change that I

can feel every chard of glass

down Broken Bottle Highway

You call yourself a lost soul

but parts of you just vanish

You claim to seek the answers

to the questions you already know

Along the path of stubbornness

Broken Bottle Highway

runs parallel to your demons

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I don’t measure myself by the dollar earned

I don’t measure myself by possessions

I don’t measure myself by the scars

I don’t measure myself by what I write

I don’t measure myself by the quantity of friends

I don’t measure myself by my beliefs

I don’t measure myself by who I know

I don’t measure myself by my fears

I don’t measure myself by my philosophies

I don’t measure myself by my tears

I just don’t measure myself

I am who I am