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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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Music Monday on Tuesday

Every fucking week I say I am going to do this... and then most of the time I forget. But THIS time, I said nothing and I have just come straight back to my blog and I am doing it. This is Music Monday with Alex from Weird Shit with Alex. So, the idea behind… Continue reading Music Monday on Tuesday

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dating after seperation

This coming Wednesday, one of my worst fears is coming to fruition. I am being taken out by my brother so he can introduce me to a man. Blerg. I know I write a lot of poetry about meeting someone, but in reality, meeting someone actually fills me full of dread. Especially anyone who would… Continue reading dating after seperation

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“run away, little woman,” and other such bullshit

You know what is pissing me off right now? Australia. Not because I don't like the land. Australia is a beautiful place to visit. It is beautiful to live here and we do have a lot of freedoms. The part that is pissing me off has to do directly with my situation. One woman every… Continue reading “run away, little woman,” and other such bullshit

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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

bloggity blog, poetry

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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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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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