Literary
I fled the convenience store when...
I fled the convenience store when I looked in the mirror I noticed my own lackluster appearance sleeves too long and collar flipped up, the ceiling was falling apart from every upstairs footstep I looked for my cassette tapes in a trash pile in t...
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I swallow the tears awayacid salivapain down to the stomachslow burn.absorbed into my bloodstreamtoxic death just waiting to consumetransfusion pointlesswaste not want not.I become the monster.the fire in my stomach welling up to my mouthfire breathi...
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have a cup of coffee with me.one, drop, two, drop, sugar cubes sink.dissolve with the swirling of the silver spoonand spoon still stirs after you let go.warm white ceramic cup filled with sweet hot comfortwrap your hands around it and lean in to brea...
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Maybe tonight the hidden clouds will be my pillowthe stars burn for meand fear no dark.maybe tonight the earth will rock me back and forthgently to sleepaxis on a rocking chair.I pull the sunset sheets over my bodyand wrap myself up in the reds, purp...
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I traveled down one paved road. That black asphalt was resilient and took it's due beating. I turned right onto a dirt road, car fumbling with itself to smooth the transition from pressed rock to loose rock. The dust stirred behind me, swi...
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sunday morning.half past eleven.the preacher is going strong.pews creaking as people shift body weight with each harsh but loving truth spoken.every now and then you hear an "amen" from across the sanctuaryas the sermon goes on, more "amens" erupt,so...
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I will brave the cold bitter winds for you.just slip a piece of ice on your tonguelet it melt for a momentpucker up and blow.I will brave the cold bitter winds for you....
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"I do not think, therefore I am," declares the rigid simpletonwe question notwe believe it to be so, all the same.go with the flowwaist deep in the currentarms in front of you under waterhands flat, fingers touching, palms together as a prayerwater f...
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I feel myself aging every momentdecaying in this moment and from itI feel no second wind forming warning me to live or be lived aroundtossed aside, dust collecting on my shoulderholding no hope for antiquity but assured of recyclingcycles of life, li...
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for a moment I thought I could only see in black and white.I sat down and dropped my head: into my hands into my lap.my eyes hurt as did my head.I opened my eyes and looked at my feet. my jeans were a dark greymy fluffy fuzzy slippers were blurry whi...
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oh woe is memy life is so hard and I have it rough.my house stays warm, my fire stays lit, my roof is leak proof in storms.who can live in those conditions?drinking water is at my wasting disposal for as long as I want in the showerand I cannot bear ...
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No I will not love you tonightYou bit me once already, dear.You made me angry enough to ignore youfor one hour, two hours, three hours, four.You love me? I love you not.Pick a petal, throw one, pick a petal, throw the whole flower.No I will not love ...
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what words flow when no passion pushes,where no emotion fuels,where no burning stomach forces?all torture has left the soul leaving a seemingly empty shellin which poets describe as hollowand geniuses ardently claim to possesstroubledin agonytortured...
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ashamedshamedharmedfeeling illfeeling nothingbecoming nothingnothing doing.It's not a matter of willpower but a will to remain powerlesshe who remains in agony asks for no help but screams out in demand and need.silently.it's like how you seem to hea...
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silver leverhand, raise the lever upwater spigot shakeswater, cold, flows.turn the lever to the westwarm water will come soon.dish tub fillingthe sound of a waterfall deafening my earsa splash here or there off the grimy spoons and platesdish rag at ...
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I wanna do peyote in the desert. I'll dance in the sand and touch the clouds. Wear fathers in my hair and sing songs about death and life. Whatever is ment to be will be torn from our throats. We'll devour the city, and whatever is left, we'll burn t...
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Devour my words, and digest my hate I'll forget about life and whatever is in your mouth I'll drink your soul, if you promise to drink mine Our minds will stir in the wind, and scare the civilians...
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“Fuck”. It was all he could say as he walked to his car, sucking down the last of his cigarette. He squinted and looked at the maze of runways from the top of the parking garage, trying to determine which plane she was i...
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Like Atlas I too carry the world on my shoulders Knees buckling beneath its crushing weight Unable to breathe without pangs of despair Punished for the sins of the father and mother....
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It’s interesting how one night of drinking can end with loss, I said to David. David just stayed silent, leaning against the wall across the room. How did we get here? I asked in an almost rhetorical manner… and now I’m all alone. ...
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An aquarium of light slides across the ceiling of my mind and its hard to tell whats outside. animal thoughts wait from the window to creep into my gaze....
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The fog rolls in,everyday thingstake on arcane meaningswith unfathomable depthoffices become temples,cars become demons,people become soulswandering in darknessThe sun turns to fireburning forever in the indifferent skyand in the dark mirrorthe sun's...
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I once remember I loved you I once remember that tingle I got when you said, "I love you" I once remember my heart aching to see you Even though I thought that day would never come I once remember feeling like the happiest, luckiest girl in the w...
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She said "Write it so I can read it." So I wrote about the hollowness of it and it was then that I realized it's full, complete on its own. Brittle like old yellowed pages on the inside. Hard, rough, judged on the outside like the man who says ...
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I look up to the sky and loose all the hope i once had,the spirit that once drove me to come here,to this despiteful place with no family close by,"all alone,"i think to myself and look back to the ground,there is a puddle filled with oil and old sta...
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When will this pain stopMy head pounds with every thoughtDriven to madness as I dwellThinking about actions in which I failI am so angry at my selfI begin another punishment in stealthBanning myself from which I loveMy insecurities begin to shoveOut ...
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I never liked Jono. I liked his car and that he never asked me to pay for gas. It was never about liking him. “You’re a bitch,” he’d say. “You’ll get over it.” He stopped talking when I was ...
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