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Idle Rumination

It started in seventh grade; Glossed over the foundation. Picture changed from clear to grain, Anxious in anticipation. My name once held a certain caché, Despite my reservations. But I threw it all away For the comfort in isolation. Now … Continue reading

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I Am That I Am

How you treat others Is a direct reflection Of how you feel About yourself. I am that I am. And you are who you are. So let’s build each other up Instead of tearing one another apart.

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Talking Constantly Isn’t Necessarily Communicating

You smell like old money, And I wear a halo. We talk for hours, But it’s always the same, oh. You don’t know anything about me. We talk constantly, But there’s nothing to say. So I grit my teeth; stifle a … Continue reading

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Perception of a Lost Dream

Faded photographs, Crumpled up in my top drawer. They keep me up at night, Speak volumes of all that we’ve endured. They’ve led us to this moment in time. It all happens so fast; In the blink of an eye, … Continue reading

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Contingency

You swallowed up such a big piece of my history, And now I don’t know if I’m meant to be unhappy For eternity. Maybe in due time, the stars will align And I’ll have my chance to shine. But until … Continue reading

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Not My Day (2014)

I’m having one of those days Where nothing’s going my way. No, I’m not OK. But what’s the use anyway? I could tell you I got no sleep last night And I’m anything but fine. But instead I’ll swallow my … Continue reading

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Sunday Morning Breakfast

Smoky, dense fumes fill my lungs. Fresh pig’s flesh in oil, Desperate to escape its confines To her kitchenware. He’s cursing again, Flailing around like a fish out of water. The swine spits back defiantly. Urges us not to move an … Continue reading

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