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No matter what,
I am my worst enemy.
It seems that I
c a n n o t
re-train my brain
re-develop my perception
re-f*****g-do any thing.
Writi..
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The rare moments that we kiss -and I mean k i s s -where our arms are pulling each othertowards temporary stability,our downturned lashes softly tickl..
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I’m blank faced, as bleach white as bones,as pure bright as supernovae.And you are a black hole,sucking away all my light.Negative space.You fee..
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The buds that might have been -that attempted to open their petals andwelcome the warm sun,- to blossom and flourish -have shriveled and withereddown ..
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Something Old;I remember the first time I saw you.A chance meeting,what I thought was aonce-and-never-again-doesn't-mean-muchkind of introduction.Not..
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She became bitterlike tea steeped too long,the water too hot for her delicacy.At once it scalded,burned up insideand almost too much to bear.The agony..
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So here it comes.A quickly creeping shadow.Rolling in, like fog off the oceanon the early mornings I first woke up in his arms.And that’s all th..
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One day our bones will be brittle with the weight of allwe'velivedand our skin will pucker and fold, soft and paper thinfrom stretching ourselves too ..
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Faded videos of times long passed,of younger years and cheerful faces.A new father holds his daughter;smiling,as a fresh faced motherdances a Minnie M..
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This was written four years after my sister's death. It contains GRAPHIC imagery as she died in a tragedy and heavy, heavy emotions. Not for the weak/..
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