Monthly Archives: January 2014

I don’t want to be here. To exist. To breathe. To live. I don’t care to simply be. At this moment in time my Eyes are wet with emotional baggage I refuse to claim. Am I insane? 

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Who am I?

i am: city lights on city streets, beating the sidewalks gleaming down on neighbors and trees and dilapidated houses. across the way there are alley cats stray dogs rotting meat frozen peas … me. a silhouette of shame marinated in … Continue reading

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(half-way done poem)

Mornings are sacred times. Pinks and blues and yellows blanketing the above- The sun, greeting the Earth with warm kisses. Penetrating crevices and cracks and wild places. The dirty places. The clean places. The places no one wants to touch … Continue reading

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This is for yes This is for no This is for holding on to hope when you had nowhere to go. This is for love, This is for life, This is for living long despite the rusted knife.   This … Continue reading

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Tonight- a lonely soul sit amidst confusion and frustration, tracing lines with eyes fixed and distant, cold and calloused wondering. Tonight- tonight the music doesn’t sound the same. Favorite chords and melodies fail to call out to your name- you … Continue reading

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9 |1-19|

Words  sopped in disappointment from the mouth of a heavy laden heart Words Spewed in frustration, driven by passion and conviction, I am a madwoman on a mission.     I am part insane, part rage, part scatty, I am … Continue reading

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an unedited poem about a recent breakup.

7 |1-19|   Move along. Move alone. Alone- five letters with a meaning too heavy to dissect, too heavy to lift off of myself,  alone. Sitting in a room with four deaf wall, three cloudy windows, two blackened mirrors, and … Continue reading

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