Tag Archives: life

it’s quiet now that i’ve opened my eyes

i closed my heartand it hurt me to do a thingnoise banginglike rockshitting glass inside my head,like rivers river-ing in ragei envy those hillswith bee-buzzing blankets ofseedy dandelionseverybody is screaming at methe world is in its blackest hourand i bet … Continue reading

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don’t mistake my grimace for a smile

i can’t be the only one.isn’t it hot in here?i’ve been up since 4:48AM.my luck, we’re out of coffee.city so full of potholes.let’s call it Moontown.everybody’s hair is purple now.winter is on the way but it’s okay.el nino or plastic … Continue reading

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Tremble

I spoke with my mom for two and a half hours And I can’t help but wish I had some of that time back, For me Music whistles like tiny storms in my ear There’s a knot in my back … Continue reading

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Rope.

I was a bully. I said all the bad things. I made her cry. I made her go back home. I made her quit. I broke all of the pieces. I broke. She came to me one day. She said … Continue reading

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In memory

What if we loved people the way we do when we’ve heard news that they’ve died? Wouldn’t your heartfelt cries mean more if they heard you while they were alive?

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Sorry you feel that way

I’m not as skinny as I used to be. I also care less. Keep your reflections on the wall. And the cheese on my fries. It takes courage to grow up. Yet 37 seconds to change your mind. I’m not … Continue reading

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Huff and puff

Amazing how cold it gets      in Chicago      on a Tuesday. Watching palm trees die      on Lake Michigan      would be more sad      than not having them       at all. And loneliness becomes a game      having … Continue reading

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Well, since you asked…

Accumulation of vacation days in the cold months a kid’s ice cream is melting in Rio. Planning trips for the holidays and seeing mother’s new charger plates wasteful wealth rings itself in. I’ve been hesitant to use sick days feels like … Continue reading

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