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Spare Change The penny beneath the old battered sofa had lost its shine. No longer the bright reddish gold of its youth; it was a dull brown and stained green ...

Goodbye Cruel World! "Goodbye cruel world" she had said like a melodramatic soap. No, she can't be serious. There has to be a proper way to kill yourself; Better than ...

Down in the South, it’s known for getting hot. But on that faithful summer when I felt all things in my life were changing, when I finally felt the tug ...

I am inadequate. Continuously reaching for shooting stars Too far to even see, I’ve convinced myself I feel them. I feel stars, billions of light years away, Calling my name ...

Transient and unformed I'm not a poet, a writer, a story-teller, a falsifier, a leader, a follower, a friend, an enemy, a fighter, a lover--no, definitely, not a lover. I've ...

Hide and SeekYou left at 10 in momma’s black-heeled bootsThat clicked on asphalt likeBeaded jump ropes.And in pink sparkling denim, I skipped alongLike hopscotch.1, 2, 3;One foot, another, both!And

Kissing in Camden They say the first kiss is magical-- Intoxicating even. Well, I guess they'd be right. I was drunk. He was there, whispering sweet Silly things, and I ...

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It's not a sadness. I'm not sad. It's just a sunkenness-- a lethargy--that makes one heavy with existence. To put it simply, "I am here, but I feel nothing."

It starts with a breath (in and out) Slowly growing lazy in your lungs. As if your body can't figure out each cork, screw, gear and rung that tics a ...

There must be trust. There must be trust. ‘Cause when he led me out He’d asked, “Trust me?” And I followed. So there must be just enough (for rough handsand ...

They say the world will end in a bang. It'll be uncorked! (like a champagne bottle, but not as fun) It started with a bang so it ends in a ...