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i have been trying to write more but writing more about writing more is writing less and trying too * days pass like dog’s piss no territory unfulfilled no yellow too cowardly despite the jumping and shedding into dust that will one day clog up a vacuum cleaner waste a grunt dirty a few fingers and … Continue reading
where do all the things go that were never said where do all those dreams die that were never accomplished where do all those people pass that we never turned into where do all those endings close that didn’t end the beginnings that never began the middles that never middled … Continue reading
look, you, look elsewhere for where else will you see new things besides in others who you have never met and who say how unique your eyes seem * give a hug to the apocalypse for it is lonely and devastated that so many people are leaving in the cracks its created * what lies … Continue reading
the problem in most problems is that everyone is looking for everyone else * i do not know which is worse a cemetery that is filled or one that is not that wastes away the land allotted to the living who will one day need the space and the light * i haven’t written anything … Continue reading
sometimes i get mad that i’ve made some wrong and worthless words that are in the worthless and wrong order because they go on too long and i am reminded that out there somewhere it all already exists i just need to find a way to bring it back from disorder to write in spite of writing … Continue reading
all are born bereaved stolen from what they know to what they don’t and still can’t because they have a job and an apartment to clean and friends to keep who don’t seem so worried with what was lost in their laughter and love and birthing that brings about the same bits of you in … 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
it used to be easy to write about you but now these words come hard and with endings and the worn use of used to’s * the world was white but your cheeks were red a display of you trying to warm the outside or just my insides with a joke that makes the clouds laugh … Continue reading
i am your grandmother’s armchair and also your grandmother with good advice and cooking if you let me let you if me to learn that your grandmother once wanted as you did and may have snatched me up if you don’t and the chair certainly will after a time of you doing and don’ting for … Continue reading
hindsight you come too late couldn’t you have more hindsight to avoid this the next time so that i have don’t look behind to see if you’ll catch up * if history speaks i suppose it’d note the kiss on my cheek and apologize for not making it so i could see it and that … Continue reading
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