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Shovel & SandglassThe thumb and middle finger of my left hand pinched the neck of a sandglass. The sand leaving the top bulb was almost translucent, and although the glass of the miniature instrument was thick for its size, I could almost feel the friction of each grain as they slide down. As the sand formed a growing pile at the base of the bottom bulb, my ears became numb, and began to ache. My ears felt like the inside of a cathedral, the walls of which were collapsing. I look down to my right hand and see I am holding a shovel. Why do I need a shovel? I thought to myself. Then I felt my knees give way to the heaviness that surrounded them. I was sinking in sand, a giant ocean of sand. This game I had never played before now, but I somehow knew the rules. Drop the sandglass in my left hand and whatever force held this ocean around me in place would fall and shatter. Drop the shovel and I’d have no way to dig myself out. / How does this dream end?

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Feb 22, 2021

Aquaintance Under the SunYou're like a boy shy of the sun, / Yet so desperately wanting to / Fall on your knees in the dirt and

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Jan 22, 2019

A Toss of TimeShe sat at a table / And across from her was a / Cluster of stardust.

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Aug 5, 2018

Twin Beauties BeheldI love it when I see them. / Those two lady beauties, those twin faces. / Their skin is like the snowy Sierra mountains in winter,

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Jan 5, 2017

Cheers Lonely HeartWhere did you go? / The rim of the glass has my lipstick on it, / Still warm.

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Dec 13, 2016

Rainy MondayThree hours I’ve got / Till I need to place three more quarters in the slot, / Preventing a ticket from making a print on my windshield.

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Nov 28, 2016

Here is a Thought to Ponder, Given to You by Your Own Devil and AngelOften these days, I am convinced that I’m crazy. As crazy as my mother, whose fear of loneliness caused her to transform from her fiery, beautiful self into a demon. As crazy as a storm that in its chaos rips the roots of trees from the ground and destroys the home of families and sometimes families themselves. / I have the dark and light on both shoulders, my inner devil and inner angel. The devil me, with her knotted hair and ***** snarl, whispers words of suspicion and anger, constantly aiming to manipulate and self-destruct. Then there is the angel me, with bright green-blue eyes and perfect white teeth, whispering soothing reminders of beautiful memories and quiet thanks. / We all, every one of us, have our own devil and angel. Why is it that we allow this devil to exist within us, and allow our angel to be thrown to the side? Sometimes our angel wins yes, but still… until one side or the other wins, we Allow a part of us to Want to self-destruct and cause continual suffering. Why is this?

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Aug 26, 2016

I'm A train Screaming Into The NightI feel as if my body is zinc and steel, / Heated to volcanic temperatures to be molded / And shaped into a train.

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Aug 19, 2016

Answers That Need Questions, Questions That Need UnderstandingAm I here? / Do I exist? / Do you see me?

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Feb 14, 2016

I Remember YouWhat were your eyes seeing? / Or were they just glassy lenses with no soul behind? / What words were your lips conjuring?

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Jan 17, 2016

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