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A Child's Delusion.Dear Dad, / I love you but you're not here. / Zach and Kate has a dad who picks them up after school
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Apr 6, 2013
A Confession for My Non-eixstent Therapist.I really love her… but there are time’s when I don’t. Somewhere along the line something in me became hallow. I remember these memories, instances in my life that help this emptiness settle in, but I won’t tell a soul because maybe if I never say it out loud I’ll forget. / It never goes away though and every so often she reminds me that in this world there’s only me. I was born alone and I’ll die the very same way. I have no kin regardless of blood ties and there’s no telling if the people I cherish seem to feel the same. / I credit her for so much suffering and some joy but I want to erase it all. Whether it’s a delusion or not I just want to forget this aching feeling in my chest
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Mar 23, 2014
A Dream I Once Dreamt.It's seems like centuries ago I dreamt a dream of a boundless spirit. / Instead of curled upon the ground I sailed in the middle of the deep blue / like a leaf drifting towards the horizon.
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Apr 3, 2013
A Wilting RoseFor now all I have is a barren room / and these feelings with no deposit. / silence is a seamstress of disaster
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Dec 28, 2014
Ice bridgeI'm walking upon this lighted bridge with frost nipping at my heels and a sunken heart during this winter solstice. / I'm hidden in the shadows with a dark coat wrapped around me like skin. / Only here on this bridge do I feel so light- so free;
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Apr 6, 2013
Life.Life itself is cruelty. / Selfishly being birthed into a world where all that awaits is a slow crumble; / Life is a curse.
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Dec 9, 2013
Lingering Feelings.Could it have been love? / My on and off intimacy with a boy who had the flesh of a man. / I think of him
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Dec 9, 2013
Memories Better ForgottenI saw the devil wept tears of sorrow and wondered was that the fiend of my memories. / Tears falling like morning dew leaving a trace upon it's flesh; a wet stain. / My heart forbids me to forget the past even as the memories fade but something within me wonders if i had judge this wretch incorrectly.
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Apr 3, 2013
Not a Poem Just a Thought.I don't really like that simile as beautiful as a butterfly. We're so mesmerized by the facade of the insect that we don't realize beyond the wings butterflies are quite ugly. I wonder if butterflies think and if they do would they want to be beautiful all around. A butterfly would be so pretty if it could shed away the unsightly parts of its body like a snake rejuvenating itself. I wouldn't want a beauty that can be taken away by the swift pluck by a hand as my redeeming feature. I wish I could shed the disfigurement of my body. Then maybe the butterflies and I would be lovely. Our redeeming feature wouldn't have to mask the other features because we would be all around perfect. I’m afraid that if someone looks up close at me they'll see the things I’m hiding away with sweaters and jeans. My clothing are my wings but sometimes I wish I could take them off and still know that all around, inside and out I’m perfect.
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Mar 6, 2014
Unrequited loveI gathered all my love and affection together / and after time of carefully holding it dear to my heart those feelings turned to a ball of light. / Day by day it became harder to hold onto, more painful to keep and evermore lonesome tucked within my embrace with nowhere to go.
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Apr 6, 2013
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