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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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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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Any Words

For all the smart words that refuse to form and fall passionately from the curves of my lips for any words ________ Profound or witty anything to amaze you but its all just nonsense standard hello, typical goodbye ________ I push away and you label me a tease a flaw so fatal and deceptive if […]

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Celibacy: I Can Do Bad All By Myself

“Celibacy is the most extreme of sexual perversions, after all.” -Ada Palmer, Too Like the Lightning When my short lived marriage was upended, I found myself abandoned in a small town. My newly acquired town was the sort of place where everyone knew everyone since birth. The town seemed densely populated by relatives, ex’s and […]

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Haunted

Your breath quickens, as the panic sets in cold sweat dries it’s then, visions of me, dance in your head ________ The truth chokes you, as it builds inside you pray the rain will wash me away every breath you take, lightening strikes ________ My voice still lingers in the darkest areas of your diseased […]

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