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i almost died the other day. as i sat at my desk i almost died. my inner anguish choked me as i thought of all the nights without someone to ..

too old to see; too young to die she hunches over as people pass her by. perhaps in the midst of sips of tea she allows her mind to wander fre..

inspired by this picture of my friend, Jess

God has His reasons. If I can live through this pain, I can live through anything. My parents helped me realize many things tonight. They yell..

wash me of impurity [of this sadness deep inside of me]. touch my hands with the delicacy of doves then light upon my fingertips with the grac..

jump to conclusions [with me] we could go about this quite deliriously. let's ignore the pleas of our analytical minds and operate under the..

if i read you pablo neruda with faux spanish lilts will you smile at me deliciously listen to the inflections in my voice until we fall aslee..

she hides her pain behind a mask of explosive apathy. "i don't f*****g care!" she screams punching the wall and bleeding from her knu..

The hollow of my heart can only be filled by the lilt in your smile / the tilt of your head the way you tuck-tuck-tuck tuck me into bed. I tas..

the complication of human relation is my current obsession. . my words as they skim this paper begin to taper / to tremble . i'm tired of dis..