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Poetry

Before Dawn

Let me acknowledge this darkness, its pain and its fears. Let me report what I have seen in this world I have chosen to love. Let me say...

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No

The roses, I got the thorns. The candles, I got burnt. The virgin’s blood, mine bled from the heart. You took without asking, to you,...

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Say Goodbye Donald, You American Monster

Say goodbye Donald you American monster the end is near your Election day reckoning is oh so close and I can taste my fury as I want to...

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Kids

Before the realization of our mortality came into play, before panicking was a daily routine, life just wasn’t taken as seriously as...

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Sunglass Hut

I wear my sunglasses when I step outside so no one will be able to tell I am high, the red railway map of my eyes guides the way; Vivid...

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Things to Tell My Daughter

Be a witch. Oppose everything you see, read and hear strummed up as fact and scavenge for truth. Be a witch. Protect your mind and your...

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Tinge

This, then will cure me, no, not that, an edge of knife blade, self-turned to pinch at wrist, not slice, just tip in to test resolve, not...

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Lungful

I am supposed to breathe better know all the grammar rules ask me how to spell a word you will not need to look it up here I am, your own...

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The New

There is no hurry to bring in the fury of what life will end or begin for you. The beginning will always feel so new, while the pain of...

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Thought

Thought …about what made me happy, was making me happy; makes me happy. Thought …about what made me laugh the hardest and when I...

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Time’s Signature

The words of those around me, I know, are shallow still for all their false depth of character. The words I keep from me, I know, are...

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Panties Be Gone

I love to feel the breeze above my knees, swirling beneath ballooning skirt, and reaching my secret places unhampered by nylon, lace,...

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Organics

There is something indecent in the way she covers her body. Veins are sliding against the thick undertones of her pale skin, a bone on her...

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Tiny Circles

I pluck her This tiny girl who looks like me I pluck her from the giant fortress of a tree house She squeals and squirms for freedom This...

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Kaleidoscope Vision

look at me as if through the lens of a broken Kaleidoscope and you will see a new kind of woman living outside your limited notion of a...

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Things Fall Apart

Things are falling apart branches give in to the wind tree trunks thump to the ground twisters graze the barren land and houses fly...

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Apocrypha

Jesus beat the bullies back from the temple and wiped his brow. He hadn’t signed on for this. He counted the days until retirement,...

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Ghostly Streets

You stand still not knowing what to do. Waiting waiting waiting waiting For some type of sign, some Bat signal in the sky. Telling you to...

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Real Me

I never changed I simply became the better version of myself It’s because of you… Did you know? The way you never showed any interest...

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And A Glimpse

All forms of desire that shouldn’t be desired slither into her young mind. No two thighs touching and the sighs they breath out:...

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Blindness

You wrapped up my ghosts in ziplock bags and tucked them into boxes without warning. I thought you would treat them with more respect but...

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The Fight

You wrecked the party I was having fun, we had driven for hours You played the same card as usual I was angry, your timing was dire You...

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The Crazies

Are the precious ones with the most colorful souls Painting love in glorious hues of aqua, fuchsia, tangerine and gold The crazies feel the...

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Woodwork

She built a home with her hands each beam uncalculated but standing erect to perfection nails nor screws thoughtfully placed because she...

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Death of a Racist Cousin

when the death call came your confederate ideas and vile vernacular came swinging back at me like a bloody noose from our haunted family...

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‘Go To’ Relief

Is there love on this dangerous road? The one that holds a bottle of your liquid seduction that will never let go of my reflection in this...

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