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Monthly Archives: October 2018
If There Was Two of Me
If there was two of me and only one of you And you only fell in love with one of me Then how shall the story come to be When the other one rises out of the tomb? ‘Tis forever … Continue reading
Burning Bright
Imagine you were a blazing ball of fire Burning hot, burning bright, burning everything in sight Imagine feeling this all the time you are on tilt Sylvia Plath put her head in the oven Virginia Woolf drowned herself and Hemingway … Continue reading
Bluebird
My heart is yearning for that dark, crazy magic, reaching out for that ever attractive neurosis like a firefly attracted to its death. O heart be still. Learn to love this peaceful life – where nothing ever happens. Mornings are … Continue reading
Burn
They’re there in the shadows watching whoever follows They’re there in the corners just right behind your shoulders They’re the unspoken sigh to your weekend high They’re the unshackled breath to your awaiting death They’re the morning fairies They’re the … Continue reading
Tears
One day, my soul died So I laid on my bed and waited in vain, I waited
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