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Poetry

That Bitch Called Media

So many girls get trapped by that bitch called Media and her virtual cage. Her spider web of filters latch on filtering out flaws and...

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Marriage

I sit alone in my bedroom you sit alone on the couch. You go to work I stay home. You never call. I never text. Our wedding portrait is on...

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Art Of Silence

the postman may always ring twice for Lana Turner but not for me no more Silence in that sacred space created a beauty of mind

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Five Thoughts

Five long, sticky and clinging thin, thinner, thinnest: numbering. One small and short, a stubble amongst the firs on her palm, the rest...

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A Lovely Conversation Amongst Strangers

Redemption was in order, but his sins outweighed her ability to forgive. Two friends, turned strangers, once lovers, now hardly knew each...

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All I have

It was the first time you didn’t fall for my smile, the one you realized wasn’t real. You took me home and tugged me in, You kissed...

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The Mmm of Her

I always left feeling less of myself, like I had left little bits of me with her and I started to wonder what she did with them, those...

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RepetitionReputationReligation

Is key willful to believe sounds silly Statistics are all surreal in a sense 2nd Most Static Civil Caste System Britain is 1st we Better...

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Spit It Out

I wish I could get rid of the taste, it is metallic and poisonous, like burnt pious self-righteousness, unpalatable. I want to wash and...

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Of Fruit

I met a woman who told me the creases in my hand held no hope for children or a life-long love. I wondered if the word alone tasted in her...

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Archives of My Mind

I’m the archivist of my mind But I lack the proper training to keep a clean house

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Arsonist

I see a corridor and I see it with all its edges. I throw a burning ember on the wooden floor and the mustard wallpaper suddenly shudders;...

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Five Year Gap

Five-year gap It could have been ten, I was so young then Just sixteen, you were just ‘old’ Policing my youth, like you always knew...

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Splintered

until you splintered under my skin, and the blood rushed to fight infection,

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Every Woman

I like to read books and watch the sunset pull dirt out of sentences.

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Garden Of Solitude

I was always choosing between a relationship and my cherished and essential alonement my connection to Self denied for dozens of...

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Waif’s Fear

Words fly on the midnight sparks They land sideways burning our dust I stand on the edge, my breath a stream My step a noose, a lonely...

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Tempter Scenario

However clear, it is always unclear to hit the mark of unquestioning compatibility that will some day make history in the circle...

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West Of The Deuce

The town was Show Low named for a poker hand way up in the White Mountains of wild western Arizona how very ironic we met in a poker...

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Still Waters

there is so much beauty and so little time which makes me tearfully treasure the breath of life and your sun kissed shoulders and...

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Shelter

This is my muted voice. This is a language of my own choosing. The kind that pulls me away from people and erects walls in the vacuum of...

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Apathy

Turning in on itself, turning out reflecting images of men, transforming into disgust.

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The Burdens Of Childhood You Can’t Outgrow

As a small child, I tentatively reached my feet toward the floor apprehensive of the crevice, the mere inches where darkness bleeds...

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Sanity

When the silence starts to scream, when the pain starts to demand, I search for a crowd, one that can distract the deafening silence.

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The Perils of the Business World

I touched upon my entire anatomy of silver ribbons and glittering intentions and deep black tar of unidentifiable insecurity without first...

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I, Prey

He smiles, kissing her many scars, dark eyes paying them homage. Making different memories, she prays for acceptance. That she will not...

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