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blue, painted red, roars of her and the sky they slept under where the sun warmed yellow and the clouds built to cool with white that took a little gray when life was postponed indefinitely to doze against the whisper of rain on the stucco roof that said hello i am blue painting red hoping … Continue reading
snow drowning on itself when winter ends leads me to wonder how the floating pieces feel watching themselves sink into themselves very much like myself who does nothing more than blink at the day reflecting against the white slowly drowning too into the clarity of a puddle though i can’t swim * do more than … Continue reading
when bad times come keep writing when rejected from a journal keep writing when you feel like you can’t keep writing keep writing and maybe you’ll find that all anything amounts to is that good feeling of acceptance deep in you like a word you haven’t found yet but will if you keep writing * … Continue reading
i wake up each morning and think what poem am i going to ooze today and then i fall back asleep on my desk with slobber working well * so few people have the courage to not be people anymore and too many watch themselves fade in moments of joy and boredom spent awaiting the good … Continue reading
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