shannen-bremnerWhisper

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SiderealYou slid to me / with ice on your heels, / flame on your back,
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Nov 5, 2015
EphemeralI screamed to this man, / creating fists with my hands, / and my heart just ajar,
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Aug 26, 2015
HandsOf course I noticed when / he placed his hand next to mine on the counter / (a little closer than accidental).
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Jul 2, 2015
PetrichorI would relive goodbye a hundred times / if it meant I could have back the few moments / (before you said it)
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May 22, 2015
snippet.I often wonder / what I could accomplish / that would you make you realize
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Apr 8, 2015
3/17I am aware that it is harmful / that I consciously convince myself / of the comforting fantasy
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Mar 17, 2015
Peter PansWe drink. We love. We drink to pretend we have love. We fake love to feel loved. We know very well what we are doing. We have no idea what we are doing. We gather in groups. We push outsiders out. We know very well what we are doing. We can’t get a hold of what we are doing. We hate each other. We hate ourselves. We hate outsiders. We love our lives. We very well might hate our lives. Stockholm. We drink. We love. We kill ourselves. / We slosh through days. We get sloshed through days. We could be certain that we love the way we slosh through sloshy days and pretend that we have it under control. We have it under control. Do we have it under control? In thirty years there will be a phenomenon. We will all drop dead. We will all drop dead and we will think back to this time when we hated how much we loved our lives because we loved the very lives that allowed us to hate each other and wish we were the outsiders. We push away the outsiders. We are killing ourselves. / Then there are those who are unaware. There are those who might be naïve enough to think this is how the rest of our lives will play out. There are those who believe that the rest of their lives will consist of sloshing through sloshy days and pretending they aren’t killing themselves. And then there are those who very well might have the lives that allow them to slosh through, living and dying because we are killing ourselves. Peter Pans. They will not make it to thirty years before dropping dead. It won’t be a phenomenon at all. They will kill themselves. The outsiders will live on.
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May 28, 2014
And We are the Dreamers of Dreams.A kiss from a firefly can cure a cynic of their cynicism, make the nonbelievers believe, help the hopeless grasp the illusions of hope, and even reveal the marvelous maps of the mind; because a kiss from a firefly (and what a brilliant buss it is!) steers one into a sloshy slumber that smears the line between deepest desires and fanciful fairytales: / The feisty fairy fights nymphs, trolls, goblins, terrible ogres, nasty pirates, talking elephants, one gypsy (mainly because she stole some pixie dust in attempt to fly away to her next destination), and two silver cats, who could read her mind and she did not like that; but the plucky pixie never did steer clear from the twinkling glitter-bugs who held the key to Wonderland: / She drifted off into a slumber and she dreamt of owning all the knowledge that could possibly be held and she dreamt about flying on the back of a dragon and she dreamt about walking on water and tumbling down the rabbit hole and she dreamt of sincere sorcerers and mischievous mermaids and pink penguins who could speak perfect Portuguese and she dreamt about falling in love and being a child again and she dreamt that her father could walk her down the aisle.
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Oct 9, 2012
Runaway BabyRunaway Baby, / on her road to Happiness. / Runaway Baby,
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Jan 23, 2012
beautiful little messthis Beautiful little mess I am making / is oh-so wrong, but it keeps me from aching. / it is Dangerous and Intoxicating,
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Nov 30, 2011
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