Month: July 2019

Empty dreams, spilling from A tattered mind, alone. Callous and cold the world Etching notches in my soul. Empty dreams, spilling from A battered soul, alone. Toneless and droll my voice Braying harshly in my mind.   Empty dreams spilling …

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Segue As day segues into night. As the conversation between mother and daughter segues from television into when her dad gets out of jail. As childhood segues into adulthood. I am a bit bored at the moment, at Emergency Room …

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I want to write the perfect poem, Laureate material to make my bones. Dreams bigger than empty tomes, Blood pounding, soul groans. I want to write the perfect poem, Transcending the limit of my soul. Making my mark upon the …

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Such precious and fragile things, tied to our souls with gossamer threads, so easily cut and set adrift into the darkness. My heart aches somedays from the loss, peering out into the darkness, desperate for a glimmer, hoping to grasp …

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I have the worst case of writers block. Every thought i try to focus on is like waking up from a deep sleep and trying to remember the wonderful dream you were having, all you have left is the impression …

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And I want to Paint it Black. The essence of so much depressive angst captured in a timeless song. Sad part is I did not understand the significance of painting a red door black until a few years ago. For …

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