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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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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Tethered

Denied by distance tethered by time I’d set fire to the night with ten-thousand lights if it would lead you here, to I ___________ Dance with me amongst stardust and fireflies if only to embrace you sudden clarity answers that supersede the questions ____________ For the chance to graze my fingertips across you every curve, […]

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Seventy-Eight

The Devil resides in the details my love carved into flesh the visage of you remains 56 and 22 every bit of me, every bit of you                                                         […]

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Avalanche

The Phoenix rose only to destroy herself in the avalanche the desire to self detonate                                                                       ____________ It hurt as much […]

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MirrorW

4am scribbles are where I leave you hidden because our demons needed distance the beautiful disaster the ebb and flow the tide that takes us both ________________ The face that reverberates in the dark the maleficent muse, that never amends try to write you out of my blood follow you in again a rabbit hole […]

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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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