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When pretty prose fail to pacify,
And the wisdom of words shortly fall,
This is when I pick up my pen
And tear - brick by brick - down my wall.
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Where are you,my fellow tortured souls?Those of you who havelived through traumaor are drowning in it still?If only your cracks were visible so I knew..
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You were never minebut still, years laterI wake from a dream of you,where your legs workedand you were happyand we reminisced aboutall the havoc we wr..
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The woman woke up all alone,
her dress a wrinkled fright.
She thought of all the crazy things
she'd done to pass the night:
Drinking, dancing,..
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I think of the timeswhen fingers fly, with papers fullthe ink is dryAnd though I cannotforce it so,I feel as ifI ought to knowThe perfect wordsto pick..
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Worlds apart,this dichotomyI've got going ondeep inside of meLove used to get meso very excitedeven though it alwaysturned out unrequitedNow love only..
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My love is a wild thing
With no sense of shame
It blazes bright and douses me
With thoughts and feelings left unnamed
Time keeps turning 'round ..
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I can't seem to
shake the feeling
that my life boils down
to single-serving meals.
A weekly rotation
of colorful boxes
stocked in the freezer
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In my solitude I have found peace.
Each day adding to my fortress:
my anonymity, the mortar
my stubbornness, the stones.
Impenetrable to all who m..
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Waiting for the day
I feel good
when I feel whole again,
like a real person
someone
who matters,
who isn’t just
impatient..
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