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#5 I think my phone hates me or maybe it just knows that late at night my poetry is only reflecting my woes. -- I can't log on to yws ...
Apr 5, 2022
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I've never done this before and it is ugly and I love it. #4 image attached. i catch myself in abstract i dont know what that means
Apr 4, 2022
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#3 I am walking the tide is long and my steps are slow. in the summer months the heat slicks to my jaw, a stifling sweat the never ends and ...
Apr 4, 2022
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#2 Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to go anywhere and be anything how small hands fill and fill with meaning and motion weighs us so and then ...
Apr 2, 2022
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#1 I wasn't going to say this > it's a public forum < the gloves came off and, well, our hands are tied I mean I was going to say ...
Apr 1, 2022
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#31 It is the end It is the end Sleep now It is the end
Apr 30, 2021
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#30 Today is not a good day The way my joints screech Against each other One damaged bone grinding Into the next like unfortunate jenga I hear sometimes the crackle ...
Apr 29, 2021
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#29 I write better at night. Before bed - it seems like seconds Before i am ready to finally close my eyes - I think NAPO. My phone is out ...
Apr 28, 2021
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#28 Today the morning didn't settle the mist. At 5 it carried long and heavy Across the motorway and trees behind, At 6 it still lingered, not drifting but waiting. ...
Apr 27, 2021
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#27 Hello, i love you I wish i could I have no time You see Work has picked up We're moving house soon I left you a note I've been ...
Apr 26, 2021
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#26 You won't hear them say it. Somewhere the words echo Back and forth like a real conversation, But not here. One day the stiff lips will open And so ...
Apr 25, 2021
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#25 Churning stomach and tight throat, You swallow back the bile And try and smile through it, The anxiety rises and festers there, It will be weeks Until the shame ...
Apr 24, 2021
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#24 I am good at my job (I am so tired) I work hard and meet my KEY PERFOMANCE INDICATORS As they flash neon in my email windows (I keep ...
Apr 23, 2021
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#23 Some poems aren't meant to be written. They sit, heavy hearted, waiting to be told, and never will be. They have awkward words and lines that just don't fit ...
Apr 22, 2021
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#22 Sleep is something else. I tell myself 8 hours With a half hour chaser, Take it in and feel refreshed. A stolen 7 hours Jury rigged with 15 minutes ...
Apr 21, 2021