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bargained-soul
F/United States "True love?", I asked. / "I'm not superstitious"
I first saw it a month before he died, When we took my father on A drive through his high school town. Thornton We listened to the Shirelles On the way, driving through vineyards And dusty dirt roads. In Thornton, Grapevines wither because it is cold, The December ice too fresh, too biting For their youthful leaves, and they die, Brokenhearted for the flight of youth and sun.
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Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
In Thornton, Grapevines Wither
He was five. Tilting the broken piece of glass just so, he caught the light of the sun Like the most adept of mathematicians (as we would later know him to be). He honed it, empowered it, Focused it on the small insects before him; they shriveled, peeled, Blazing on the hot sands of Alexandria, An ashen pile of ants, subjects and witnesses To geometrical genesis On the hot sands of Alexandria.
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Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
Euclid
High noon, a day Awash in gold, basking in sun and The leaves more golden t Than anything Midas ever touched. While mothers and children and dogs Chase each other in a park While lovers kiss and are kissed, She sits in the space Made empty by all the love around her.
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Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 12:37 PM UTC
The Darkest Hour
the concept of terror is laying awake at night, not knowing when they'll come for you. It is like God scooping up handfuls of ocean. Terror is cowering behind a sheer curtain, knowing that all but the end is near.
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Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
terror
The prayers that go unanswered The texts that go unread In the silence, dead silence, of Night.
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Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 9:47 AM UTC
Silence
There is another tear in the lining of my mind and my sanity is dripping out.
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Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 2:28 AM UTC
night whispers
She came in Like the Mongolian horsemen With little or no regards for The condition of my heart. Her far-reaching love pillaged Every corner of me, quieting My songs: My happiness blurring into grief. Now I know she was right, Now I know I can trust her, She always knows what’s best. A bleeding heart is a small price To pay for such an amazing love; She watches me, I’ve buried My emotions so deep they’ll Never meet her gaze. I am dizzying and spiraling Into the insensitive grasp Of her eyes, my sensitivity Taking me places I never thought I’d be. Everywhere you find me You find not me but harlequins Grotesquely painted to hide my pain.
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Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
Happiness
I do not know where I am going But I do believe I am going to crash.
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Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 8:04 PM UTC
I
Are you still who I knew? Or a stranger, a star too lofty to Be reached? I am earth bound and You are ever a voyager Into the great unknown.
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Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
Earthbound
Will my words suffer under the whip? A lash, a word, a beating Equates a phrase. A back, smarting beneath The consequences of leather; and "You weakling. I'll teach you What pain is. I'll show you." I am Writing under the influence.
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Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
Experiment #1