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for you, if

Nothing is ever truly silent Blocking out sound I still hear the hum of my own ears The bell tolling vibration of damage done Is this the same as fear Once the source is removed Is the echo of fright still felt Thrumming in my moth wing heart Is this the same as hate Remove… Continue reading for you, if

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behind my screen

The universe behind my screen is scary Full of yelling, screaming tortured pain, horrid words typed all in caps My language maltreated Circumcised words spliced Frankenstein style with numbers Videos and sound, vulgar and violent even if not pornographic The universe behind my screen is hateful Friends tear each other apart like loaves and fish… Continue reading behind my screen

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the me I am

Hi... Maybe you can help me... Do you know where I am? Not where I am right now, but the me I am looking for? The me I am looking for is about my height. She is sort of like me in looks... maybe a little prettier. She is definitely less awkward. Her words do… Continue reading the me I am

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not a fish

In the forest, by the stream, is where I fell in love for the first time I hate the term "the one that got away" because a boy is not a fish   We spoke on phones with cords Respectively sitting by walls, wrapping spirals around our fingers I still remember his laughter in my… Continue reading not a fish

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across grassy lawns

I walk a path of most resistance Side walk, pavement, footpath, dark and dingy alleyway Trailing, meandering toward my destination But I can't seem to stop stopping along the way I sit and have a coffee in the gutter I wander into someone's yard to lend a hand I set fires and kiss hands and… Continue reading across grassy lawns

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the madness beneath

Some days I feel my crazy slipping. My mind, the fragile beastie it is, plays tricks on me. Trying to convince me to give in. Just relax into, give in to my madness that lurks beneath the surface. Like sinking into a warm bath. That is when I am forced to grab a stick and… Continue reading the madness beneath

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my tinfoil knight

If I could, I would give you fairy dust so that you may fly away. Give you happy thoughts so that your feet lift off the ground. Give you your own magical pixie to guide you home. If I could, I would show you what I see in you. Give you a magic mirror that… Continue reading my tinfoil knight

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in silver, frozen

Finger tips clutch tight The symbol of my strength That dangles from my neck The Dragon The Steed The Saintly Knight The idea of belief in fairy tales, a comfort in the face of realities I wish to run away from Cast in silver, frozen Schrödinger's cat like Dragon, both alive and dead Blood, both… Continue reading in silver, frozen

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flower, when plucked

Flowers need the Earth, the ground, to be flowers But the ground is still the ground without the flower The flower does remain the flower, when plucked. Once a pretty little thing to look upon, but soon wilting, dying. The ground doesn't need anything to be itself. It is always the ground. If someone asks… Continue reading flower, when plucked