Monthly Archives: April 2014

a somber poem for a sunny seattle day

24/30 born in iniquity doused in need covered in skin too dark to be believed she conceals because too much she feels no one place she comfortably calls home maneuvering through this world with sorrow seeping, oozing from her bones … Continue reading

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Doesn’t He?

22/30 Late in the midnight hour I ponder the existence of my being. I wonder if I’m a figment of someone’s imagination I wonder if I’m really here or there or somewhere I am not- I feel like something God … Continue reading

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i woke up and wrote this nonsense

  21/30 if there ever was a time when I needed you, now is the time. you, your voice- it echoes through my ears in the late night hourand I can’t focus. i can’t sleep, for you are in my … Continue reading

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Untitled #231

20/30   I called you the wrong name once during sex. I was mid-fantasy, riding the godly penis of my chocolate nubian prince. heart was thumping,Breath was short and rapid,and my orgasm was right around the corner when I screamed“Yesssss, … Continue reading

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(a micro-poem) Because I don’t feel well and I need a friend to comfort me.

19/30   Tell me a funny story. Or a sad one. Or your LIFE story.   Share an unedited poem Share a completed poem Share yourself, for you are a poem to me.   We are all walking pieces of … Continue reading

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what we lost in the fire

18/30 ashes coat the bottom floor of a house that once stood solidthat once stood strongthat once . . . stood. remnants of the presentmemories of the pastpromises of future times they all lay in her presencesmolderingdissipating Curtin rodscomputer sticksSofa … Continue reading

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insomnia: file #987

17/30 The sun is rising, yet, my eyes have not closed my mind, full of woes   More questions than solutions more heartache more heart bruises   Please, grant me eight uninterrupted hours of slumber and hopefully my headspace will … Continue reading

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