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I sit Perched on the edge of my bed Filing my nails with an emery board Looking as if the cares of the world Don't touch me But in the furthest r..

I can't feel the sleep The sleep I should be feeling My thoughts erase all sensation The racing The ever present The forefront The demanding Th..

My eyes are half closed for sleep But their half open for writing I weigh the words And measure the structure But I fear the content People wan..

Fevers come and go. So set a fire in your soul. So you can remember the heat on your skin when you were younger.

I forgot. Two years ago last week I laid you in your tiny grave. Wrapped in a tiny pink blanket. Nestled in the roots of a nectarine tree. I..

Be it a refugee in a strangers land or an addled brain, sense be damned. Stumbling feet find stumbling blocks. Storm rattled ships find no docks...

Line my coffin with Egyptian cotton. Lay a tulip on my cold dead lip. Send me off to Fur Elise then honor my life with a feast. No clamoring ..

With shaky hands and watery eyes she looked at Father Time: "Will you walk me to the edge beyond the last ridge that marks the border of yo..

"I looked, and behold a pale horse; and his name that sat on him was Death" - rev 6:8

My favorite place is between asleep and awake. Where you're just nodding off. You're neither here nor there. That place holds so much potentia..