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Paul and Gia equaled "Pia" to us. Or maybe it was one of my girlfriends that came up with the name. Pia was a big (at least 4 feet tall), soft white stuffed bear. She had a green bow on her neck and a smaller matching green bow top her head. The occasion was my birthday, a cold but sunny December morning I arrived at school a little late, due to a rigorous birthday glam. I felt pretty as I walked... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I told our story to my old roommate today. Sometimes I go months without speaking of it, during that time it's easy to forget that you hurt me. The sheer look of horror on my friend's face as I approached the ending was confusing. Just for a moment. Then it all set in, realization hit like an ice-cold sip of water. But instead of relief, I felt dread. After the story was over, I was sure to mentio... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
They preach self love like a sash you merely need to dress in. But notice the scene of reproach when one dares question their own worth. As if it is was offered. At 8 years old, I was met with my first treadmill, put there by my father. It was the only time my father ever called me a "pig". I recall holding a chocolate bar in my hand and watching it be smacked away. I ran, quickly, with the unders... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
numbness is when the clouds cover the sun and you are no longer exposed dazed silence blooms when I think of him there is sand a desert in flames he emptied me love had nothing not in our bed once sacred now lost I believe in endings » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
If I were to ask you What this moment feels like How would you respond? Can mortals such as us Grasp the words To describe the present? Do you know addition? The answer would look Something like the sum Of all that came before Brightly overpowered By this Between you and me These words and your wonder Be comfortable not knowing » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
salvation is a lie that's been marketed appropriately convinced of its realness kids get traumatized for everything says him no lie there the knocks of life like to leave scars it is their way, their oath we all be damnned once my mom told me not to but I highfived the hot iron anyway tears are always foolish and yet pain is a mistake you must make » Continue Reading
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