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The past and the nonexistent future
You said it with finality as though unlike sticks and stones words couldn’t break parts of me it couldn’t smear ink on letters you didn’t want read as though the statement wouldn’t code in an infinite loop of questions tiring synapses till…
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I don’t know
I don’t know when being frank and being nice stopped going hand in hand and one started compromising for the other….
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The traveller
Sun tainted mildew and mottled midnight mist- companions as the clock struck two. Through half-closed eyes a world view two dimensions deep blurred out the lone owl and the flock of thoughts whose shadows painted the window pane. An inch…
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Thanksgiving
Merry-go-round walks Maneuvering through crowds Losing sight of the distance And sometimes of each other Feeling fingers Slip into mine Like a rock solid conscience Thanks for being there…
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I’ll be fine
Stamp on it, l’ll be fine, Just a speed-bump on your way to hell, Ambition is for the divine, That’s just how you sell Your sob story and corrupt core. Drunken nights, churlish cries, Stable thoughts, wayward walks, Smoked up despair, twice or…
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From an aeroplane
I’m on an aeroplane Travelling home to you I missed you, you know that, And maybe you missed me too? I stare out of the window, Trying to look up high, I can only see a couple Stars in the midnight sky. But there are no clouds in sight, So…
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Farewell Avenue
Imagine, if the world were flat, Goodbyes would be so much harder to say With you going off in one direction And with us going the other way. Imagine, the passing of many moons, You would walk ahead, all the world your stage, I would be walking…
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You only live once
If the winter storm is scary, cold, but you’d rather deal with hail Than let others measure you by the ruler, weigh you by the scale And tell you what you should have done, or which way your river must flow. Cold advice, reheated twice, so that…
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An honest question
Summer rain pelting pebbles of water on the sidewalk like a loud lullaby as sleepless as you. Hundreds of miles above the hills cameras capture painted photographs vibrant views of the world below, but a selfie reeks of loneliness. Is…
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From me, to you
The sky, usually on fire, Was a dull blue at sunset today- The dull blue which outlined the imposing skyscrapers; The dull blue of the throbbing ache To the left of your ribcage, In your chest cavity- Intangible, figurative, But as real as a…