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C.M. Cooper

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United States
United States
Instagram: C.M.Cooper @cmcooper75
March 19, 2019
 

As he sipped from the straw of the glass that had sat in the sun till the ice had melted he realized their love had become flat soda, all the fizz had fizzled out and the flavor become watered down.
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March 19, 2019
 

In the bowels of the city,
amongst the undigestible citizenry,
walked an angel with clipped wings, crookedly crowned
so bright did she so shine that she gave a gleam to all that grime.
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March 17, 2019
 

If a picture be worth a thousand words, posing for them limits our vocabulary.
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March 11, 2019
 

My three favorite places are where I am most wanted, where I am most needed, and where I am most appreciated. How divine it would be if there were no travel time between locations.
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March 7, 2019
 

The friction of frenzied thoughts often foments forest fires in paradise. If you cannot attain mastery of thought you will find yourself in a field of ashes, enslaved to incendiary emotions.
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March 5, 2019
 

What beautiful monstrosities we are, that we can look upon one other, and see the jagged edges of betrayal, the uncoordinated stitches that mend a suffering soul as something inately desirable.. What is invisible to those that know nothing of scars unseen is a tattoo to fractured things. They say broken bones heal stronger, if that be true, how mighty are our shattered souls.
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February 21, 2019
 

Empty rooms are occupied by a polarity of sentiments. We smile at the thoughts of what will fill them or frown at the remembrance of that which once did.
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February 8, 2019
 

Sometimes I feel as though I am adrift in space, orbiting a planet from which I don't belong, invisible and insignificant amongst the stars, screaming into a soundless vacuum that will not allow my pain to be heard. All three Kelvins whisper in my ear, "inhale us, breathe us in, let our cold consume you and you shall hurt no more."
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February 3, 2019
 

Their pain sat heavily in the center of the room like a piece of broken furniture that they constantly had to walk around because neither one wanted to admit it was broken.
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January 31, 2019
 

Her skyscraper heart cast a shadow on all others and provided all with a point a reference, making it impossible for anyone that knew her to ever truly be lost.  
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January 31, 2019
 

He became acquainted with betrayal at a young age, and over the years she introduced him to many of her sisters and cousins.  And yet you can usually find him protecting the person holding the dagger even while the blade is still in him.
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January 27, 2019
 

The epitaph is already written,
on two hearts currently smitten,
the sharpness of their words will inevitably scar the skin,
of naive souls eager to jump in,
to an eternity cut short,
by a lack of understanding of sorts.
Now they are mourners of a stillborn fate,
arriving at understanding far too late.
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January 27, 2019
 

Why creator... if not for your own entertainment would you make me of such poor materials as flesh and blood, that cut so easily. What a weak foundation to place such a fragile thing as sanity upon.
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January 25, 2019
 

Sometimes fusion takes many collisions. Two hearts can crash into one another many times before they fuse, but the energy they give off when they do is well worth the damage of previous attempts.
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January 19, 2019
 

Time is an elastic constant.  As the days turn into weeks and weeks become months memories are stretched thin and we anxiously wonder if they have vanished from the mind of the person with whom we share them.  But upon reunion the present and past snap back towards one another as though there were no moments between them.
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January 12, 2019
 

Anger is the epidermis of pain. Peel back the skin of an angry person and you will always discover internal injury. Though in opposition to our impulses, passivity is the appropriate course of treatment.
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January 12, 2019
 

Every black hole was once a star. Therefore we are naive to trust everything that shines. Sometimes that which radiates eventually consumes all the light in your world leaving you adrift in darkness armed only with a wet matchbook.
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January 2, 2019
 

Ill assessors of attributes, we sadly fail to fully appreciate the value of qualities until we are presented with their reciprocal. Which often leaves us stranded in a negative present reflecting on a positive past.
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January 4, 2019
 

Oh the irony if the sanctimonious among us hoard bad money that Heaven doesn't accept as currency.
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November 30, 2018
 

I don't know if she was the sum of all her parts... but I certainly enjoyed working the equation.
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November 18, 2018
 

She was the phobia of insurers. Possessed with a proclivity to inadvertently break things that rust failed to, she absentmindedly tested the warranty of anything entrusted her. Remnants of coffee makers, hearts, lamps, trust, formed a domestic wasteland of a future unforetold and forsaken.  She thought lamentation was a currency universally accepted for the purchase of forgiveness. But as accounts become overdrawn, lack of intent offers no consolation to the scattered pieces of shattered things.
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November 16, 2018
 

His faith was a form of paralysis, keeping him anchored to inaction. He sat patiently in the waiting room of  divine intervention while his prayers collected dust in the mailroom of Heaven until his last mortal moments when they were finally marked Return to Sender.
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October 26, 2018
 

She came into this world delightfully defective. Born with no chambers in her heart,... no means of sentimental segregation. She loved everyone and everything fully, without apprehension. It was a quality neither of innocence nor naivety, her goodness simply burned like the Olympic Torch, without cessation. One would think such indiscriminate affection might instill insecurity, but to be in the presence of that higher order, that men of the cloth speak of but never seem to unveil, imbues only awe and admiration, and a desire to somehow be lit by her divine spark.
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August 21, 2018
 

We are all stuck together in the same hotel and none of us like the music the other guests are playing. Damn the limitations of the mini bar!
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July 26, 2018
 

We are both, Pavlov and his dog. Each of us conditioning the behavior of others even as they condition our own.
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July 1, 2018
 

Life is a grain of sand on the beach of infinity, don't squander it!
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June 29, 2018
 

Most people do not have opinions, their assertions a mere regurgitation of sentiment. True opinions are arrived at through contemplations of a distillation of information mined from a polarity of sources.
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June 29, 2018
 

I spent most of my life as an atom, happily surrounded by other atoms, confused by molecules and their need to attach themselves. The problem with being an atom is, the very shell of electrons that give you power and energy, also prevent you from ever truly making contact with another atom.  It is only through the sharing of our of shells that bonds are formed. She gave me that ability. That let me lower the emotional damn that was my unwitting damnation, hoarding my thoughts and sentiments, placing them in a storage container whose lock would eventually rust to the point that no key would ever grant access.

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June 17, 2018
 

His factory of thoughts lacked the proper ventilation to allow his anger to escape. Therefore, his acerbic eruptions were unsurprising, any vessel under increasing pressure becomes combustable.
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