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sometimes there is too much life that you feel you are too little living or worse that you aren’t and then to continue to survive you must end you must * in order to become all that you wished you must stop wishing and do * it is true that one day you’ll make it … Continue reading
The following is bad poetry only because I feel worse, not bad enough to stop. * and what will you tell them when after all of this there were moments i left you speechless * little is like the loss of the living except for maybe the living loss of the little likes * we … Continue reading
the following is repeated but unrepeatable. * the hardest thing you must learn is that you will not always be hard and then wrecked ruined and runny you will find you have learned nothing but still lost too much * the most difficult thing to learn will be that they will not love and you … Continue reading
your arms are the blistering paint of a window that leads to a chest where there is glass not much protecting you from my arms that could smash to see the outside the trees that soak the rain that is connected to an ocean that leads to another land which has my shadow waiting in … Continue reading
forgive not because they deserve it but because you do because you need the quiet to become because you need to not need to be forgiven and in the absence of them is the fumbling fullness of you holed and holing into yourself like a seed into a garden that held other seeds who didn’t … Continue reading
i am sorry if i hurt anyone i said to the earth and it replied don’t cry so much even though your leaking you gives new flowers old hope and hands that one day might hold their stems with a wish for someone quite and queit like you who feels so much for so little … Continue reading
I wrote this as an application to be an ambassador to the Canadian Government. I did not get selected obviously for reasons oblivious to the oblivion in me, and perhaps most importantly, in the government. * Government needs poetry. Against the anaesthetized procedures, the ready-made euphemisms, and the generality of governance, poetry saves. It questions. … Continue reading
at the end of the day you will have to feel some way so why not feel as though you can feel no more that you are spent and exhausted with yourself that you are at the end that you can only ask why why why and then again you go on again and again … Continue reading
the following are a sneeze of words that might stick if you are sick enough and need healing. * i want to give you my all but all of it has been given to a different wantless you * don’t become those who made you come to be don’t * no one lives for all … Continue reading
i swear it is there in her eyes the pink moon trampolining on the whole horizon away from this full subway car that holds silence never before heard and little handheld suns that do not burn immediately in this dark tunnel of outside blues but that take energy lifeforce souls away in bits of radiation … Continue reading
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