poetry
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love-starved
when you are love-starved you open the door for the first to knock or invite the uninvited; all your life ignorant to the tingling your heart is barren worse than Atacama Continue reading
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It Hurts to Write It (Part 2)
It hurts to write it so I spin everywhere, from household cleaning to cats and dogs care. Continue reading
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My Moment as Cinderella
If only I have some time to search during my moment as Cinderella. Or perhaps Snow White or Giselle-a? Continue reading
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Goodbye, October
It’s the end of an era, a never-ending road. Scary and uncertain, but this I already know. It’s the death of the sunrise and hidden self-pity. Surrender to rebirth, submit to stoicity Continue reading
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Self-Defrost
From the outside it appeared I lost my zest Once upon a time, I yearned to be the best The truth, I kept secret; that I left my nest Continue reading
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What Do I Do to Create Something New?
What do I do to create something new? Bleed redder than red? Feel bluer than blue? Mope? Be aloof or make my book open? Leave my heart out there then watch it get broken? Continue reading
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Urban War
Some friends are only friends as long as you keep drinking the same alcohol, eating the same crap food, gossiping ’bout the same people, & moaning ’bout the same damn shit. Continue reading
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The End of an Era
This year, I skipped my regular birthday blog. I will also be abandoning the annual year-end reflection post. These things don’t speak to my heart anymore. Continue reading
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Now You See Me, Now You Don’t
Now you see me, now you don’t. I’m tired of putting up a front. You show me your trophies, of course I smile. For you I’ve gone another extra mile. Know that every cheer I give to you, Bits of my heart further break in two. Every day’s a challenge to act I’m strong. Still… Continue reading
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