Too many years of Poison slowing my veins There’s nothing left but apathy Rotting until the stirring of awareness Until I come back to myself And then — My body, strong with my anger Roots down in the earth like a tree that Senses smoke, flames licking Arms up, branching into the air Ready for rapture, purification I want…
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Crossroads
I flip through the winners from past years and I think How strange it is to be at this crossroads How odd to read this and see, just there The concept of “I don’t write that well, but I could; give it a year,” When before it was “I can’t,” And “I could never,” But growth always demands loss,…
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Puppet Master
Once I stayed up fueled on ramen and sugar Penned a story confronting my demons Or maybe they were yours, coming for a visit You loved it, of course you did How could you not when it was both of us The lines blurred so long ago I forget If we were symbiotic or parasitic Not that it mattered,…
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Saturday Word Salad SWS
It’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve posted in here, which seems par for the course for me lately. I’d feel more guilty about it if I weren’t writing my tail off behind the scenes. I’d also apologize for this post, but I like freeform. I appreciate it. You remember when the internet was new, and we were…
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You & Me
I treat my art like an afterthought. A side piece; I’m ashamed of My 2AM “U up?” texts when It deserves all of me And I wonder how many times I can Cancel plans before it says You know what? I’m done You say you love me but can’t put me first Why should I be around when you…
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Black Dog Scratching
Same old shit, different day I’m familiar with this black dog that Scratches at the door to be let in Before it jumps on my back for a free ride into My thoughts. It’s there now, do you hear it? I’m the one waiting with dark circles And smeared mascara on the mattress Like a queen of dark things…
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Never Enough Time
“I have a theory for why time seems to speed up the older we get,” says Felix. We’re sitting in a little coffee shop. It’s charming. Cozy. It owes nothing to Starbucks. Felix and I are drinking some random house-special concoctions; this is before we became wary of putting sugar in our bodies. I take a sip, savoring the…
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A Whim, A Whim, A Whim
Unapologetic in her pleasures Selecting them like flowers Like clouds puffed away; an exhale Ecstasy A whim, a whim, a whim No need to compare to others No such thing as betters Just different talents; inspiration Learning More, and more, and more No greater joy than growing No greater triumph than knowing Tomorrow could the best; believe it Hoping…
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Please God, Let Me be Great at Something
Assembling images, constructing themes Why won’t the words come when I’m proving a point? I prefer my rage with a pen’s edge Knives are for posers Resorting to blood Instead of destroying the mind. Don’t they know The mind bleeds more? So I write my anger and I do puzzles Clicking pieces together Why can’t my brain click into…
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The Fruit
Crush my heart to pulp between your fingers; I’ll smile through the blood in my teeth and ask you to do it again, harder this time. I’ve realized it doesn’t matter if I make love to the wrong person with my words. The words don’t care. They want to be written either way. Either way, I’ll bleed. We’re all…
