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Ottar Apr 2015
I Will, I Will

I can

do this

on my

own, own it

I do, I don’t

need you to

hold my hand

I can’t wait to

be free of what

this appears to

be an .. an .. an

addicted, abuse

of substance, as

if that is like me,

to f’get that I am

part of life and

beauty, and all

that is stopping

me from going

anywhere w/o

you ever again

is stinking

thinking is

… is I am

need-

ing a

just

one

m

o

r

e

h

i

t
To get me through
Brittle Bird Jan 2015
;
your smile                  breaks me.
   it shakes the dust    off my bones, only
    to shatter them into a million pieces. when i'm
    trembling, the thought of you warms me back to
    life, only to **** me when i no longer sense the ice
      snaking up to my throat. you twisted my heart  
   (without trying...without. even. knowing.)
   and the wrinkles of it peeled right off.
  i don't know what i was thinking
when i let this mess begin,
but i do know that
i never want
it to
en
d;
.
.
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First attempt at at a concrete/shape poem. Yay...or nah?

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