Same Old Dream

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Same old dream last night. Someone was chasing me for some reason, and of course, when I was running away I would feel this incredibly ...

621

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I have smoked my last cigarette. Time is 6:21 pm. Nothing special about it, no numerical meaning that I’m aware of, (apparently google ...

Silence

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“It’s kind of quite/empty in my corner of the internet” she thought, so she called out “Helloooooo!” But it was so quiet not even the ...

21 years later

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21 years; an entire lifetime of memories filled with love and ache, compassion and hate, desire and sacrifice. A future ripped. On the ...

Less Perfect

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Where along the way did we become less perfect? When we look at a child growing up in front of our eyes, we can’t help but feel oh how ...

Empty Solitude

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I finally finished putting together my poetry book today and published it on Amazon and Kindle. They, the poems, have been weighing ...