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Perserverence
Awoke today to nothingness, and no sense of direction I looked upon the looking glass which offered no reflection Without much aim, I stumbled forth, devoid of my complexion And set my way in this...
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Writing for Hogs
Writing can oftentimes seem like an exercise in slopping the pigs: You throw your words into the mud and hope they whet the appetite, but even the most discerning hog will turn up his snout if it...
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The Drowning
I have written and written ‘till the tides roll in - wave after wave with each word flailing helpless in the crashing surf. Similes pounded into fine sand, while my metaphors are drug out to...
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Love Is A Many Splintered Thing
Love… Whole platters of Expectation Handled timidly by Waiters and Waitresses of desire. Carelessly slipping Through now Trembling fingers, Once bold and sure. Tragically Tumbling beyond Last moment...
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Half-Measures
I watch in morbid fascination the quickening pulse of the vein on the soft underside of my forearm; each throbbing beat a silent protest for the living of life, the loss of love, the failure of faith...
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i never had a plan for you
you push and pull, like wolves at the door, and all i hear is this discordant humming. you play only the black keys, the sharp keys, and your music screams of pain. but isn’t that the choice? we’ve...
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Irises
Irises by Vincent van Gogh I watch from my folding chair, the low autumn sun measuring out the remains of the day. She, genuflecting in the garden, places four purple seedlings into the dark damp...
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Self Reflection
“Such worthlessness has been the only truth spoken in his ear.” I am the ripe green apple, plucked from Eden’s garden Contemptuously bitten, no hope for God’s pardon. I am Achilles heel that hobbles my...
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Cowardly Run
”Contemplation” by Unknown Artist Footsteps echo across silent floors Lightly I stumble against bolted doors I can no longer see for the daylight blinds Thoughts become jumbled; confused is the mind...
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