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Where Fine Lines Exist: A World of Hearts
Where Fine Lines Exist: A World of Hearts
Where Fine Lines Exist: A World of Hearts
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In a world where our hearts are lined with a barrier made of the non-existence of expressions so meaningful that locks our true emotions inside, the contrast is the thick lines between our emotion on the outside. Juan-Martin Ridgeway brings you his observations from along side the barrier looking in.
LanguageEnglish
PublisheriUniverse
Release dateJul 13, 2012
ISBN9781475937473
Where Fine Lines Exist: A World of Hearts
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Juan-Martin Ridgeway

I was sixteen the first time I wrote a poem, and It was a big deal for me. It wasn't until then that I didn't feel like I was always under some kind of unknown pressure. With my mother always slapping me in the mouth every time I said something she thought was stupid along with telling me to shut up and that I needed to think before I spoke, I eventually started to hold everything in. It had been eight years since I stopped speaking my mind and something needed to happen. I still can't explain it, but I do remember the amount of pressure I felt lifted off of me when I started writing. My first few years of writing were mostly me exhausting my anger. Then when I moved out of the house and started to feel independent, I finally started to feel comfortable acting like my own person. I stopped writing for years, but I recently started again and it feels even better than I remember. I feel like I am constantly maturing as a writer. I can feel it getting easier to express how I feel through writing. Looking back at myself as a writer I see an amazing difference between when I started, and where I am now. I consider this difference to be journey. I am proud to announce that I just started a series of poetry books called Where Fine Lines Exist and am extremely exited to show my writing to the world.

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    Where Fine Lines Exist - Juan-Martin Ridgeway

    Copyright © 2010, 2012 by Juan-Martin Ridgeway.

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    Contents

    Where Fine Lines Exist

    April Wind

    Redeemable Tears

    Mona Lisa

    Syringe

    Prison

    How I Knew

    Traumatized

    Expiration

    Until We Get Caught

    Easier Said Than Meant

    Disguising Plastic With Porcelain

    You Stay Flashy And I’ll Stay Classy

    The Pearl

    The Ghost of Laura

    Head Strength

    Interrupted Stutters

    Dark Past

    The Peak of My Faith

    Burning Purple Threes

    Her Beaten Path

    Prisoner of Fear

    In Again

    Heartache for Sale

    Pulling Me In

    The Speed of Life

    All Fates Alike

    Eclipsed Evil

    Clueless Artist

    Masterpiece

    Neo-Filth

    The Morning After

    Undead

    Within the Limits of Table Manners

    Am I Gone?

    Every Thief Has Their Motive

    Troubled Mind

    The End of Self-Delusion

    The Web She Weaves

    Breathless

    Deaf and Blind

    In My Veins

    Internal Separation

    Madness

    Poisoned Presence

    Surrounded

    The Crush

    The Ignorant Path

    Alive by Legacy

    Waiting for April

    Where Fall Ends . . .

    A Cure in Dormant

    Alone Together

    April’s Gates

    Fake

    Fallen Angel

    Hindsight

    Taken

    Advising Scars

    The Guardian

    Tortured by Time

    A Pawn’s Revenge

    Abyss

    Alleged Content

    Beyond the Loss

    Dark Void

    Fugitives

    Hazel Blue Fangs

    Heads or Tails

    Home Sickness

    My Oasis

    Infidels

    Legacy

    Neglect

    Questions

    The Clash of Subtleties

    Abuse

    Belief

    Blinded Silent Crazy

    The Currency of Happiness

    For Keeps

    At My Grace’s End

    Human Search Engine

    Sight-Giving Leech

    Meant to Find

    Lookout

    Suicide

    Loving with One Eye Open

    Lost in Peace

    Where Fine Lines Exist

    If I were subtlety, where would I slither in a world of only swing and impact?

    If I were suspense, where would I blossom in a world of only act and react?

    If I were change, where would I stand in a world of only one state?

    If I were a moment, where would I be noticed in a world of only time and space?

    If I were a shade of grey, where would I lay in a world of only contrast?

    If I were a fine line, where would I exist in a world of no hearts?

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    April Wind

    Right before my faith in love escaped

    I saw your beautiful face.

    When you said a word I heard a chord

    and a note I didn’t know I was waiting for.

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