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blank space nothings

I cannot see where it is you hide But I feel that you may be close The space between us now is greater than it ever has been Like the home stretch marathon Distance and time and space are only relevant to what isn't really there Sometimes it is the spaces between music notes that… Continue reading blank space nothings

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bloggity blog, poetry

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

bloggity blog, poetry

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

bloggity blog, poetry

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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snail to crab

Like a snail in its shell We make our home within four walls We find saftey and shelter We fill our little box shell with clothes With trinkets With books With photos With memories We tend to its gardens with love We clean its floors and fix the leaks But when we have to leave… Continue reading snail to crab

poetry

Not a motherfucking haiku

Loves the taste of honey Even though allergic to bees Asphyxia drowning Technically... it's not a haiku... lol I had one half of the poeminess (the nice half) represented in song form now there's a not-haiku representing the part that a lot of us seem to get stuck in. We get caught up with bad… Continue reading Not a motherfucking haiku

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the view around me

I watch it fade into hindsight The image of him in my rearview mirror gets smaller Familiar scents, like that from nightmare-shaped airfresheners, dissipate into the atmosphere Adjusting the driver's seat so I can finally reach the pedals. Break and accelerator. I just keep driving My hands firmly on the steering wheel but knuckles no… Continue reading the view around me

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Sway

My heels clack loudly down the isle of the grocery store as I ran through. Earbuds in my ears. My husband's voice telling me about his particularly shitty day at work. I hate to say, but I was only half paying attention. Not because I didn't care, but because I just wanted to buy food,… Continue reading Sway

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the words wild

words like clouds soft and dark gathering at the edges of my thoughts the ink pours from my veins like blood like rain like wine the love for this this beauty this beastie a wild animal which hates the leash for which I place around its neck the words wild on the blank page –… Continue reading the words wild