writing
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I see him,The Monster,He is hiding in my dreams,Weaving intricate webs of my own self-hate,In my loathing I awaken for the Monster he is near,His breath full of captured souls beating upon my prepubescent consciousness,I am frightened,Too frightened to move,I pray to a God who is not listening to make it stop,Gods reply?Absent,My mind leaves… Read more
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What is more than another day?Another revolution around our dying star,An endless thrill of microscopic movements compared to that of our Father Time,One more War threat,Endless heart breaks,Events that define the pinnacles of human existence,But mean nothing at all,It will pass,No matter what is happening it will all pass,For one day we all die,But this… Read more
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I am happiness,I am tiny and nearly obsolete,I can be hard to find but I am not hiding,Some see me in all my glory,They see me when it rains and when it does not,Others,Others are lucky to find me if even just once,They are perpetually chasing a memory or idea of what I should be,I… Read more
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Roses lined with golden powder,So beautiful,So pure,So deceiving,The spell is upon me,Can I make it to my ever-retreating door of freedom or will these colors once again keep me?On my pony I fly by my life and laugh,The colors are so sharp I am really seeing it all,I love my invisible pony,I can do anything… Read more
Losing Alaska 