poetry
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Blush & Blossom
In dark and dusty corners of my mind, where shadows dance and secrets (covered) lie, truth…
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Lost
(from a week or so ago – I forgot to post it at the time!)Every time…
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Because of You
I found the anger once, or rather, it found me, when first I crossed the bridge…
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Autopsy
I do have one question. If anger is a secondary emotion, why are you asking me…
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Pursuit and Rest
I am surprised you found me here; it is dark and dirty. I am well hidden,…
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Gianduja
I wonder how you feel tonight. Don’t mistake my wondering for concern. I hope you feel…
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And in her ears, the little seashells
The waves are a deep crimson, highlighted with scarlet foam, breaking against the shore as a…
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A third attempt
I’m feeling once more the waves of shame breaking against the shores of whatever healing I…
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A second attempt
I said I’d sit and write, and I did it. Well, I sat and wrote and…
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Antihero
She tried to be sassy, a tool for deflection. A Taylor quote for every moment lightens…
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from the river to the sea
Tonight I can write lines sadder than Pablo’s. Write, for example, that children in hospitals are…
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the wear off
With pharmaceutical clarity, I could map each train of thought, see the network, the major stations…
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a note to my eating disorder
I know you serve a purpose. You go about it all the wrong ways (and yes,…
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safe
Have you heard someone say “she knows me better than I know myself” and thought that…
A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle 