Category Archives: true life

i dont (episode 4: a breakout series)

i don’t remember the last time i remembered myself, caught the lobe of my ear dangling off a ray of the star, Sirius, loud and self-embracing me, i’m tired of the pick apart put together caused by self-explosion and the … Continue reading

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i don’t (episode 3: a breakout series)

i don’t have the will to wake some days, to rent another breath that compounds this loan when I already don’t make enough joy (i know my right eye twinkles with three less rays than that passerby) now, I’ve had … Continue reading

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I don’t (a breakout series)

i don’t have any advice, i’m still glued to the sight of my beauty arrested in the wind, a shaky brown desperate for escape from a hungry nature ( I’m sure it doesn’t want to be seen like this ) … Continue reading

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An Ode to Poem-A-Day

i leave already read poems in my inbox. eye them as treasures, Jacks-in-the-box I know will tickle the child inside that cries. how they stay there, dusty with neglect, and how they glow with the quality to hold on hand … Continue reading

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Written Approval

you can use my body as an Etch-a-Sketch and draw unto me your beliefs in black and white your marvelous frown of concentration moves me and I swear, I could drown in the crease of your brow and although this … Continue reading

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earthquake

gas masks, metal rods cowered underneath the pressure of overabundant friction. my brother left old skin behind, in the rubble. the tremor of neurons, or hands, or lands is cause for alarm (which is a tremor of neurons), (which is … Continue reading

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If I called this Strength, would it respond?

i’m afraid i’ve grown weaker. spiritually. mentally. emotionally. verbally. so let me sit in this moment, as a bud, carved into myself, and be proud. i no longer shout to impress. i don’t smart to correct. i don’t praise to … Continue reading

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