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The Inkwell

“Write hard and clear about what hurts.” -Ernest Hemingway As a small child I was encumbered with vivid and reoccurring nightmares. One nightmare in particular would become an ominous foreshadowing of my future. I can remember it starting around five or six years of age but perhaps it was always lurking. My childhood bedroom was […]

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I Was A Sidelined Sporty Spice

“They say that nobody is perfect. Then they tell you practice makes perfect. I wish they’d make up their minds.” Wilt Chamberlain Four years ago I was driven and dedicated, not just to the gym, but to myself. I maintained steady control and discipline over my body and the barrage of invasive thoughts. Five or […]

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Silence, an inexplicable virtue, one I sometimes tend to lack A sickness I have riddled throughout my body Have you heard of my ailment? “Foot in Mouth Disease” ________ Taken in by blind leaps of faith but what gets me the most, words leaping from my lips. Not knowing when to stop, is not knowing […]

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To Dance With Angel’s Wings

She donned her shoes with grace spinning ballerina a child’s face Her voice, an echo of her mother’s sixteen and silent ________ Floating in song we watched her dance The calming effect after a storm Holding her back we tied her wings in vain ________ Face of an angel left in the wreckage sweet sorrows, […]

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Quixotic Notions

No longer bound by clandestine worship you were a love lived aloud, unafraid ________ You taught the writer the meaning of quixotic you became lines of a song, and tender phrases ________ Sheer vulnerable embrace beckoned forth, a sea of change Where earth and sea collide a love imagined and then defined *Photo by Moises […]

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Continued Pursuit

Sexy, gorgeous, haunting- taunt me just to lie awake in vain with lips like sugar and words like venom ________ A heart darkening with passion pulse and panic like slow suicide of flesh and stardust ________ It’s all laid bare every deep, dark, happy thought ever in the continued pursuit of that which still eludes […]

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Hidden

I guess I missed the part where you decided to leave me standing here I covered up my nervous shaking by burying my head in the sand ________ Am I slowly fading into a memory or am I already there? I think that you should trust me before I’m long forgotten we’ll never get this […]

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