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I drank last night,pushed against the edge of myself,a knife grazing the surface of who I am.The music and medication swirla..
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My world turned black some months agoNot a soul knows.Purples and Reds,Circles of dread,A silent wish for it to stay that way,An absence a..
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Conversations linger, impressions etched deeply,Science debates and gods philosophically queried.What is it to live, to truly be alive?Nights bring pa..
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A quarter to 3 AM
The witching hour
A time for the surreal
A familiarity and sharpness to it
As I sit in my warm car
On Halloween night
Cozy and..
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Ocean waves rolling,two souls witnessing the expansiveness,a man and his loyal dog.Jagged rocks, flying seagulls, geometric lines in the sand.Breezes ..
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Protective, mystical.Possessing endless meanings.I give myself away to the idea of it all.This orb from distant lands.I look at it and feelconfusion, ..
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The armies I love engirt meas I engirt them.Each one of my acts of kindness are my legacy.My walk is my art.My feet ground me to Mother Earth.My skin ..
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I am sick with a disease of mind, body and spiritBut I like to think it is not foreverBecause I have found my communitya healing is taking placeI am m..
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Pain fills me to my
core, past the core down into the depths of an abyss rustling with
sensitivities I cannot name
My feelings dr..
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My life rides
forward like a train
Even with bumps and
stops, the track is there
Who is the conductor
I wonder
Why are all..
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