Jagged Mountain
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Lover
Come and touch me lover, I am but yourself in female form I can finally feel where I have been, I have tapped into the well of memory and rose to wake somewhere differently. I can tell you I have missed you all along. It pains me even that I have been so blind. I…
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Vision of the Spirit
I will say what I am afraid to say: I want a life full of romance. That is in part why I wish to go back to France. I was and still am craving to see Paris. I burst out in tears while at the aiport thinking I should forget about my luggage, think not…
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End of Chapter
I felt a distinct unease while the thought of him prevailed in me. A deep sadness would overtake me, a deep loneliness while being inches from him. My body would whisper to me to leave. And I did not and would not. Little did I know what would come next. A gift. Resignation. Disruption. Break-through.…
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Newborn Pilgrim
I sensed the change before we spoke. I shut down my system to everyone else but you. I fell in complete silence, I walked quicker than usual, I spoke firm and unfriendly. I realize that I dropped myself a while ago and have not stood up ever since. I used to feel excitement over the…
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Sleepless Night
Telepathy seems like a feature of our ecosystem, I lie awake as you do, you lie awake as I do. You caress me and touch me knowing there is something wrong which I cannot explain. Cannot explain it to myself anymore than to you. it is a pain for sure. A pain that eats me…
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Midnight in the Desert
In quiet desperation we wish for companionship, some of us time travel to radio shows and find ourselves in the Art Bell universe. I wished to write about this, I felt it so strongly while catching myself feeling cozy. Let me explain. As I became aware of myself year after year, as my existentialism and…
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To You Who Are Also Flawed
May you find peace while rowing these oceans in that small boat. Don’t you ever wish they stopped looking at you? They should at least dim the lights. Provide cocktails. Make it more manageable for you. Profitable even. To some of us, death sounds like a sweet relief when we just about had it. A…
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How to Know Whether You Should Leave
I write this as I explore my own pain. I hide and use repetition. I am somewhere that does not welcome growth and reeks of envy. A place stuck in mud. It does not inspire me to be at my best, to express myself through color and style. It instructs you to be like the…
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Midnight Blue
The masked individual is a faceted crystal, as he spins, a game of light and reflection, color and shadow remind the beholder he can never be known. There is a blue labyrinth as a stage today, his long black cape sways effortlessly in special agreement with the space that holds him, a long hallway with…
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Warning Signs
I wish I could book an empty city to cry in, I felt some peace in my late afternoon walk, I admit I felt rejection at the sight of others, I felt like a hermit leaving his cave. Today, all day, I have been wanting to be gone. To be deleted like a simple paragraph,…
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