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The Type of S**t That Keeps Me Up at Night
Chicken will always be chickenEven when my children have children,And I am as dull as this life is. I hope death doesn’t drag its feetAnd meets me before I give in to madness.I think about it often,How chicken will always…Read More
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Life Laughed at Us
We took the long road,Tar fading into dust,No longer a road, just space,Houses scattered all around. We made one turn,Then followed it down.It was a friend who led me there.She swore the old man had changed her life,That he saw…Read More
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There’s This Weight, A Choice For You Yet A … For Me.
I understand it now.Why some never return,Why their steps grow distant,Why loneliness feels lighter than the weight of home. The deliberate missteps,The crushing expectations,The sharp legacy of pain passed down to me,The years it took. On some days, it’s all…Read More
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Remember Me This Way
A frail old man, waiting in line at the grocery store, carefully nudges his items forward. He clutches a small red heart-shaped tin of chocolates, symbolizing his connection to a significant woman in his life. His trembling hands and hunched back reflect a lifetime of memories and longing for remembrance.
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Plough
Plough I do not know what has aged me—Was it unspoken truths or unwelcome realizations? So, it begins…What shall we use to plough into me?A pick, a spade, a blade, or a shovel?What digs deep enough? Now it begins…I am…Read More
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Sela… Drink…
Isisela – The Drinker Drink, drink, drink –This cup is yours; it brims and spills,A river of plenty for thirsty souls.This cup is yours,It overflows for you.These were meant to be our vines and not our vices. Isela – The…Read More
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