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I am haunted by the curve of your lips (though I never met them) and I wish I could carve the thought from my memory. I would forget the warmth o..

I used to think I had an old ghost. Itwas intriguing to be haunted by the intensity of his gaze. These days, my vision is wider. There seems to ..

'I remember days when the world was mine for a smile I wonder where it went sometimes'

I want to walk through forgetfulness-- emerge on the other side quiet and whole and content free of imagined demons-- bathed in the ri..

my words fail-- fall short of where they ought to land my intentions were not to walk that road I was on my way before I realized I was..

rough work

I have never found myself so willing to Submit before. Tormented by quakes and tremors-- Mt. Saint Trepidare convulses with dread heat. ..

this is an odd muse

Pregnant with possibilities I wander through your dreams sowing words like so much green grass. Fertile with ideas unborn; fallow fields gro..

my muse is scaring me today