What We pick

We’ve had hundreds, Even thousands, Of years and We still haven’t figured it out? Our stories on love. Our lessons. Our deep regrets. Are they Lies? Choices are made each moment. Could it be We really just don’t care? We don’t know how To take care of each other? Or Do we choose not to? […]

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Huh

It’s probably not great to want to be numb all the time. Actually, I know it’s not great. And I’m not sure I want that. Want. There’s a word. Want. I want for nothing. Not really. I’m lucky to have what I’ve got. It’s more of a preference. I prefer to be numb all the […]

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I need to be a rock

I’m really not up for this. To love. I don’t want it. I don’t want to love. I’ll take my pets. My child. My hobbies. Don’t think I don’t love you. I just don’t want to. I want to run away. I want to be gone from this painful place with no light. No kindness. […]

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In the Seeking

I already know I must search out, cobble together, what I need. It’s not right here, so I have to find it. Does it become more valuable because I have to dig it from the ground? Wrench it from the Earth’s clutches? In the seeking, I learn what’s truly desired. Or is it now an […]

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Middle of Things

        It’s safest for me to walk in the center of the road, far from either side as I can be. Keeping from what’s real. And imagined. Looming in, creating shadows. Silence, all at once golden and terrifying, grates at my ears.Its full weight pressing me to that white dashed line. Unbearable, like the heavy […]

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And Yet

And yet, you choose to defend With blind eyes and closed ears Ignoring your Truth. Hope seeps through your fractured heart. Slowed evermore by Should, like Sand, those tiny glistening bits of quartz, clogging all sense Of self. Drawing a line between protecting and sacrificing, Your search is endless and meaningless. Blanketed by Ought, and […]

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Not Quite Shards

Cracked pane, lightning splintering jagged edge to edge Not quite shards, Plates hold Balanced New space created One to many Delicate footing Held fast With hope and Sheer will Not quite shards, Rumbling trucks pass by Rattle the smallest piece Loose A glinting shower Of dreams All shards now And an empty Pane

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Willow

It seems our agreement shifted. And if I wanted to I would. If I believed anything other than the past would repeat itself, I’d behave differently. If I had it in me, I’d be right back on board. But, I don’t have it in me. I don’t believe anything other than the past will repeat […]

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Aching

Still up I struggle, Wish For silence To be The loudest Presence Not a shade Or memory But Solid and Fortified And most certainly Real

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