poetry
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I Used to Love the Rain
I used to love the rain. Play poet, a recluse, and some shit. Best friend of gloom. Companion of melancholy. Continue reading
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Own It
I could list a few reasons why I didn’t own it. Despite the triumph, it seemed that I phoned it in but I didn’t; if only I had known it. Should’ve been prouder that I had grown it. Continue reading
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Who Do I Have to Thank?
Who do I have to thank for this newfound spirit, unearthed me from the grave, reminded me to do it? I camped right at the base but never topped the mountain. Imagined but never drank from the holy fountain. Continue reading
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Fabricated Vacation
Our crazy obsession with collecting and boasting somehow becomes a hindrance to moving. Continue reading
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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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I Became a Whale (Haiku Series Volume 10)
brought back memories of my awkward teenage years; video game times blinking singing star, glee on getting red turtle; I loved playing Peach 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
Xeno Hemlock 