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With her I am not any better but I am also no worse, which she would tell me is better and I would say worse because I disagree with her and then, when there is no then, I’d find out the best and worst without her * Though no man is an island a woman … Continue reading
There are too many people so it can be forgiven that I know none of them including myself who just found out how alone he was and worse yet how those people can be more alone than him and worst of all how his loneliness makes him want to do nothing about it about them for they … Continue reading
Reality is a man grasping at a straw when it’s actually a stick and from afar it’s nothing at all, both the man and the straw * No one sits besides me on a bus but I suppose it is my fault for not sitting beside someone else first, which is probably why no one … Continue reading
The land: a dalmatian of summer and shade soaked with green and imprints where giants used to step to carve out the land: bikers moan up the dried sea that’s turned to asphalt and neatly divided white lines with cars renewing the ancient roars that echo across the land: industry worn and inefficient punches of … Continue reading
August is a Sunday where rain brings the smell of fall from the dwindle of dandelions and sunflowers and the tried and tired sunbathers who don’t go in because the water is too cold when they are just too warm and the day is almost over as the Mondays of September tumble in =
It began with you and I it ended with you and I but in between there was you and I and nothing else truer better lovelier than us, unless it were going back to the beginning to have everything else * Sleepy beauty snoring a fantasy for this subway where we meet in my dreams … Continue reading
We have decided after much deliberation and discussion that you don’t deserve to die with dignity but in the wonderment of what could’ve been if you belonged elsewhere if you were content if your career fit if you were worth it if you weren’t if you woke up at five am every night because of … Continue reading
It is not the absence that will bleed but the silence of knowing they are somewhere else being quiet present like a flower that grows in cement without a sound while the concrete wears each season, each blossom and soon, buildings collapse and screams can’t be heard from the outside * They tell you to … Continue reading
She waters the dead thing when I talk about how I’m feeling pretty ugly inside about the whole scenario – how it happened how it didn’t how it could’ve if we had just known how it happened and didn’t, and she says that it will just take some time to heal and to grow again … Continue reading
Will I ever rest or is asking the question proof that I won’t * I tried to write a poem that would introduce myself in such a way that would make you feel as though you had always known me and I you and this was just a connection after always like another geese that … Continue reading
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