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 Aug 2014 RGKirk
vea vents
The soul without a home feels so lonely
She wanders around mazes that do not end
And people who never bend
Frozen in time and space
In an inevitable predictability
Again and again
The same phrases and words,
Habits and hopes,
Wishes and whims,
And the self left repressed
...predictably unexpressed
Same old, same old
Both young and then old
Old and reborn…
 Aug 2014 RGKirk
smallhands
I wrote a haiku, like we did in elementary school
that was forced writing,
syllables counted and not meant
now they are the oars I row with
amidst this sea of gloom
and hormones
and worry

-cj
 Aug 2014 RGKirk
maura
heroin
 Aug 2014 RGKirk
maura
you are like ******,
the devils drug.
one hit and i crave you.
i crave that feeling of euphoria.
you make me feel happy, good, mellow.
but i grow accustomed to you,
and i crave more.
more interaction, more contact.
i need more of you to give me that high.
but my body aches, i cant sleep,
and i get waves of nausea
when i cannot have you.
i go insane for another hit.
“just one more.”
but one turns into two,
which becomes three,
and they keep adding up.
i cant stop wanting you.
i am addicted to you.
you are ******.
this isnt my best at all and i just wrote down what i could think of so its just a string of thoughts separated into lines. i couldnt really find the right words but this gets the main points of my thoughts.

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