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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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phantom limb, mine

Today I lay in bed And watched the light outside my window fade Grey white clouds like wolf's fur So cold it felt like snow I hear my pack howling But I cannot get to them My brain or more accurately my meninges Ache and thud and ache My pia mater tells my arachnoid membrane… Continue reading phantom limb, mine

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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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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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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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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

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Kintsukuroi

Life happens Damaging Barely managing People waft In and out Like autumn leaves Or tides Or clouds Leaving marks On your body On your skin Heart their play thing A chew toy for the careless Un careful Care fully Who fully cares? Once whole Shattered Scattered Torn and tattered We pick up our pieces Cradling… Continue reading Kintsukuroi

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away run run

Looking back on life What did you think would happen? Scarification ... Intimidation Only so much I could take Run away run run ... I am battle strong What did you think would happen? Ramifications ... New life waits for me I no longer feel you here Serendipity ... That last line was going to… Continue reading away run run

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make the darkness your fucking bitch

So, today I had one of those weird days... something shitty happened the other day and I had to wait till Monday (today) to fix it. As it turns out, because of the shitty thing (which was solved within a few hours) I will be getting a "pay rise." I say "pay rise" because technically… Continue reading make the darkness your fucking bitch

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bonds positively charged

Feeling rain on my skin As if for the first time Droplets cool as snowflakes Divine scents of earth and ozone and decay The rain trickling down my windscreen no longer looks like tears Water molecules cling to each other Cohesion Hydrogen bonds Positively charged Rivulets seem random But there is always a reason Always… Continue reading bonds positively charged