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where is my art
there are those who find comfort in creating and those who die a meaningless existence and between those lie who does not hold purpose. there was something about paint and… Read more.
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the line that crossed us
through the curtains I see an almost blinding pale blue seeping into the cracks of my ribcage while I labour to fit my eyes back into their sockets before the… Read more.
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i breathe like it’s a sin and sleep like it’s penance and wake up every day to remember that i am still here and that is the only thing i have left
for the first time in centuries or minutes or maybe not at all i cannot find a beautiful way to say it i used to twist thoughts into something golden… Read more.
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a tree with many branches, none heavy with fruit
the tree in my backyard got its first branch when I stumbled to the floor in dance class. I cried tears and clouds stood in awe for they rained upon… Read more.
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its unfortunate how the poor soul has to take blame for all i disappoint myself with
the clock completes another turn as i sit in stilled horror of another day i will mourn tomorrow. my feet beg to not touch the ground for it scares me… Read more.
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hollow
i feel like a part of me is being ripped out of my chest every time i have a feeling of longing of sadness and despair and i cant immediately… Read more.
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the last stars
the last stars in the sky mourn their beloveds as they rush to say goodbye. the last stars look at me with deep brown eyes and tell me they will… Read more.
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there is much holy about him but in the way a tsunami is named “an act of god”
an alter not kneeled upon is an altar of no god so i stand here in the name of my religion and pray to one who almost stopped existing. are… Read more.
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keep trying/or don’t
oftentimes i dream of the place between life and death the realm of where one goes when his feet are off the ground and he has taken his final flight.… Read more.
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how to be miserable
reminiscereminiscemiss herblame yourselfthey cannot love you keep going keep digging pick at the scab let it bleed let it pool in your palm like something sacred like something that needs… Read more.
between the rotting walls 