poetry
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Running away never solved any problems. Then again, I was never one to confront them. It’s all I had. It’s who I was. Was. Past Tense. Who I am now is still being written. It’s not about the alignment of the stars Or three women with sewing needles and thread. It’s not being dictated by…
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There is still a part of me that looks for you. This unconscious thinking seeps into my daily life. A part of me is still so full of you. The things you left with me have become a part of my routine. I fought so adamantly against you on so many things. Defiance was my…
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She was chasing a high to feel alive Because all she felt was dead inside There was no more left for her to give There was no more blood for her to bleed. She promised that there was no method to her insanity. There were no meds, no drugs, no cures to fulfill her needs.…
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A man said to me Memory stuff will haunt you I said, will it cease?
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Who really listens to jazz music? I would love to know. Sat in a coffe shop listening to jazz. I’m curious if people hear the music or if it just turns to static. Or worse Silence. Silence is the worst. It takes up so much space. I feel the silence with every inhale and exhale.…
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I hear the church bell tolling. I hear school children screaming. It must be time t0 wake up. It can’t be morning already. I just went to sleep. I have this stupid grin on my face. This is new. It must be him. How can a conversation flow so smoothly? It was so effortless. It…
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Man drives me crazy With his thoughtful way with words Nothing left to say
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Imperfect (written October 20th, 2015) For as long as I can remember, I have chased the idea of perfection. I don’t know from where this idea came. It’s been a part of me for so long that I no longer know what I am chasing. It’s become a phantom that I cannot see. I know…
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Covered in black ink My pen bleeds for me tonight There is nothing left
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I would wait for you Except you will always be Unattainable
Trapped In The Margins 