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This is the last beginning. I will not moveforward from here.Draw the line, straight andperfect, use the ink I bleed from my fingertips.Onto your skin, into your head, and out ofyour heart.Dig in and hold the line, retreat isnot an option.It’s too late.The light continues.Won’t you stop and listen to me?Manipulate the King and movethe…
Have you ever foundyourself talking butnot understanding whatyou were saying?Like it was all onautopilot? like yourskin is not your skin?Your lips were not yours?This is my life. Found this poem in my papers. This was borne out of a time where I merely existed but did not live. I wasn’t confident about the path I…
Sleep to forgetForget to sleepSleep to getSquare to sleepDeep in dreamsDreams aren’t deepSleep to dreamDreamless sleep
Sometimes I wonderWhat it feels likeTo be an inanimate object Do they dream when humans sleepDo they ponder mysteries of the deepDo they fall apart from a broken heartDo they write poetry for monthly projects Do their heads hurt from migrainesDo their legs throb from excruciating painDo the spider veins cause them to consider surgeryDo…
I know there’s a big world out thereI’m just a girl with striped underwear.I go to sleep every nightCreating lives I’ve never lived.I talk myself down from the dullness of lifeTo comfort me with the idea thatMy brain is the only one to take my gripes.No one wants me because I don’t want themI do…
The opposite of a kissis the thing you’d rather missIt’s the cut in your skinwhen you think you’re over himIt’s the hollow of a memorywhen you can’t let yourself beThe opposite of a kissis dreaming of another trystSo what do you do when it’s all a lie?Look yourself in the mirror, take a deep breath,and…
A small of a soulA symphony of scrapA scoop of stupidA smattering of syrupA scorch of sunshineA sash of silverA shell of a smileA slash of sadnessA shape of a starA star of the seaA stroke of skyA stab of snowA speck of a spotA spike of sentienceA sound of silenceA Song of SongsA science…
Happy people are sickening No one is ever that happy all the time It feels so good to be bad Fighting against the pure I let the rage fester, poisoning my conscious Blistering pustules – The Fear – infect my exterior It used to make me sad To dwell on the things that I have…
When the smile was genuineCollected all the discontent on my neckChop me up, defenestrate, agitate, lay in waitTuned in to celebrate’Twas a day late, dollar shortDemonstrate the demon’s runWhen a good man goes to warThem Delta blues got nothin’ on meKeep ya head in the past of a life unlitDiseased, knobby knees, if you pleaseColored…
To Bukowski and Hard Times. There’s a part of me, deep inside, a bluebird, perhapsThat sways while the world burnsTo a waltz that no one else can hear but me.In spite of all the terror and fear and anxiety in my worldSince the world is ending, I’m throwing the party.Dance with me. Dance for you.…