I, Prey

Poetry

Home is Where The Heart Lives

Home is where the heart lives and breezes through you.

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Boy to Man

By rediscovering one another we’ve met love by crossing paths we’ve begun a new life together.

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Lost In Translation

I am heavy with the weight of the world, a ghost of the girl I used to be. Where is she? The one with the feet that skimmed the ground. I...

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Little Nose

Little Nose All my pain and all my woes Go right up my little nose Now I am free, so unexposed But my friend, she stunts my growth And in...

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How Can I Feel?

Every edge that I jump from; every memory that I try to bury within the freckled folds of my unkempt bedsheets; every word that I take back...

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Les Enfants Terribles

It is a true story my narrative of this grand prix night in 2017. I went out for dinner and drinks on Bernard street in Outremont. It was a...

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I Could Have Been In Playboy

once this time when we had a nice computer and i was not so nice to myself i photoshopped my face turning muddy hazel eyes to blue turning...

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LOSGELASSENHEIT*

Think of anatomy as a refuge, palpable, certain. Finding a precise alignment to convey a path to the heart. Consider the curve of the...

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What I Fear The Most

what I fear the most is not this spinning inexorable world perpetually casting shadows and monsters or even my own inevitable fleshy demise...

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For Lovers Spent

I wish I was the one you search for so you would stop getting colder as you walk away so you say But I am not the woman of your dreams I am...

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Press Start

I don’t remember fighting over first player. I remember needing more controllers, quicker reflexes, a softer excitement /thicker...

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A Maimed Wire

Waiting and wondering….. you play as a trickster to mix me with emotions of doubt in all things related to you, to us, is nothing more...

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What the Therapist Said

i unloaded the dishwasher that morning and then i went to therapy and unloaded on this new doctor and she said, perhaps, maybe, possibly my...

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The Last Thing

The last thing she wanted was to be in just another pretty box house in a small town sand box in the yard Joined the army World War II...

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Tears

Answers to your questions rapidly flow out of my eyes. The hardest ones to shed are the ones that we shed alone. and the most difficult...

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All Time is Now

I danced with the wind last night watched bits of gold in the sky saw the leaves reflect purple in the pond sat in a tree and screeched...

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The Hunger

My mother she ate me, my mother she left me. She gave me complexes and stresses, ribbons and dresses. Some of my favorite things. I’ve...

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Sometimes

Sometimes I want to sleep forever Sleep forever and maybe Wake-up never. Sometimes You make me think of you It makes me sad When I do....

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Three of a Kind

For Faith and Praise I remember sitting at the make-up table in our room writing goodbye letters to mummy, daddy, and each of you,...

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[for Milad:]

the last time we spoke, you
 demanded
 why I had not called you back
 (and in doing so, answered
 your own question) perhaps you...

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Doll Face

How do you do, Little doll you- On this fine day, Prancing around in those fancy shoes? Why look at you! You’re so damn cute- spewing...

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Dear Steven

Dear Steven, I know I owe you some kind of response but I am at a loss for words. Yeah, me Wordless. I left our conversation without...

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Too Fat to Drown

A distorted girl, too round around the edges no numbing mind still embedding into the malleable mush that her fat, clammy fingers cannot...

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Daybreak

These words won’t come easy to me Even though they’re all I see I’m frightened and all alone in my head Chained like a prisoner to my...

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Golden Years Heartache

The old man really loved his woman, clutching his arthritic hand around a curved cane confused without his love, lost without her.  ...

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Unexplained Presence

You say what you need to say You do what’s expected Yet there’s this presence I can’t escape You touch like you’re...

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