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one short life

With in my walls I hear it tapping every night once all is asleep but me tap tap tap I lie awake and listen I pray be pipes or house settling my mind sees a single finger bone and nail tap tap tap tap Poltergeist energies of Ouija board moments mocking me with your insistent… Continue reading one short life

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what we sow

I can feel him squirm The worm he is Not dragon or snake Doesn't need to tell me How "powerless" feels This was a lesson he taught me too well Am I enjoying myself? Well ... yes It is not often We get to see karma in action But I warned him She is a… Continue reading what we sow

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coming home

The leather squeaks as I shift nervously The plane comes in to land, fidgeting fingers showing the race of my mind Butterflies seems an inadequate description Turbulent, rocking, riling in my belly A flock of harried crows quarrel in my stomach Snakes and spiders and bugs creep and writhe Tap tap tapping the seat as… Continue reading coming home

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with starlight feels

I look around At where Î find myself Today Body tingling with starlight glistening glimmers Feels a łot like hope and independence Never dreamed I'd be here I still dõn't... Not technically And I don't need to Because I am here LiVing in the moment Not momentarily But monumentally Importancė and greatness Seeing my own… Continue reading with starlight feels

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my fears plucked

Him Biting off more than he could chew Porcelain teeth cut through my soft flesh Spat out my pieces The bits he found so distasteful Am I so distasteful? Displeasing disposable This taste, full heart The window in my new room In my new home Is wide open now Negative temperature air Floating through my… Continue reading my fears plucked

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other than compulsion

Sometimes it's difficult Not to find the words I have plenty of those Words like compulsion, superfluous, vexatious But it is difficult to find the focus To find the thing I want to Need to Create about And then only think of that My mind is like my tongue Not awkward like speaking (Not in… Continue reading other than compulsion

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my freedom, waves

Vapor rings dance out of my mouth as I think of all the things I have done Sleeping in a double bed First time in two years Space has never felt so cozy He, a paper weight on my ink-stained soul It is nice to finally allow the breeze to take me where it pleases… Continue reading my freedom, waves

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through this year

"Good bye" the last words spoken. My past me left behind in a haze of cigarette ash, cruel words and bloody feathers strewn. Sworn to myself it would be the last last time. I gave you too many finalities. I gave you too many second chances, second thoughts. You gave me too many "I'll never… Continue reading through this year

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a river’s daughter

At the water's edge Day dream stares, down into the depths Her nightly vigil searching for shadows Signs of life, of ghosts Never knowing what she was looking for Understanding not why she longed to dive down Lay on the ocean floor and waiting, breathless Waiting for? A ship's hull lullaby sings in her sleep… Continue reading a river’s daughter

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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