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1/17/2018
Category: Writing and Poetry
I still light the menorah each day but the candles no longer mean anything the flames in front of me are nothing more than a way to burn myself as a remedy he » Continue Reading
remington
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another cheesy love poem
Category: Writing and Poetry
say love, are you warmer yet, or can I be your sun? » Continue Reading
bluetooth speaker
Category: Writing and Poetry
today, the music arrived in the form of picking up empty wrappers off my bedroom floor. it arrived in the form of brushing » Continue Reading
he loves you, i love you not
Category: Writing and Poetry
your boyfriend still loves you he still runs his fingers through your hair and looks longingly into your eyes he still kisses you before you leave » Continue Reading
citrus
Category: Writing and Poetry
I hate how they taste so sweet it’s makes me sick » Continue Reading
magnetic (poetry)
Category: Writing and Poetry
I speak you listen we wither into new begginnigs » Continue Reading
flowers in a breeze
Category: Writing and Poetry
I dance with the wind teasing her to ruin me flirting with my enemy begging for her to attack » Continue Reading
i threw myself down the stairs but all i did was knock over my cat's food dish
Category: Writing and Poetry
God’s anger manifests in the form of thought » Continue Reading
bread crumbs (mineccraft)
Category: Writing and Poetry
a passive leak resides inmy head, drippingonto the ground like slow rainon evening leavesspotting the ground with tinydark spots shoutingat the future: ¨Look! Lookat where I've been!look at where I'm heading!¨inking a path into theEarth creating a trailthat one daymy faith will useTo find its waybackInto my soul » Continue Reading
less than backslash three
Category: Writing and Poetry
I have a junk drawer for a heart plagued with the vicious impulse of constantly re-organizing the miscellaneous objects collected over the years » Continue Reading
that used car smell
Category: Writing and Poetry
driving down the road only guessing how many you’ve been down from Brooklyn to Montague; you’ll travel the world one day alone and contained. Just me for miles safe and content. » Continue Reading
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two starved beasts
Category: Writing and Poetry
trailing my hands down his spine; prominent with pity. His skin is stretched tightly over his bones forming a cavernous space perfect for my weary hea » Continue Reading