Category: Poetry and Prose
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Scream
There are these Indescribable moments In life when All you want to do is just FUCKING SCREAM Scream until there’s no air in either lung Howl until you tense up like a hand holding a cocked gun Holler until you forget what you’re hollering about Shout until you turn yourself inside out But you can’t…
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The Not-So-Great Gatsby
No one knows How many shows I booked Hoping when I looked Out at the crowd I’d find you in the sound Waiting like you never left Your eyes still kept Glowing with the illumination of desire As their earthy tones try to inspire Me to fill my mind with dreams of home Instead of…
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Eight years sober, eight years in control
Being sober so long now, I don’t remember what it was or where I had my first drink. The taste of it doesn’t still linger in my memory, and the youthful excitement of deviant behavior doesn’t rise within my heart at the sight of its shadow in my mind. I can say the same for…
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I know how it feels to not know why.
This is about being a person who knows hopelessness, depression, etc., and yet, still clings to life because of the idea of better possibilities.
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A novelty reflects on its use
This is about the feeling that comes when another person treats your flesh-and-blood being as if a novelty you could buy at a corner store.
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There is something wrong with me.
There is something wrong with me. This thing you have to get close enough to see. Then, it’s illuminated like an antique marquee. And. You. Flee. Other posts
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What else can we do?
This is about how hope, like with Pandora’s box, is the last thing that we’re left with in those moments when there’s quite literally nothing we can do with the feelings burning inside of us.
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Welcome to the Between (Anthology)
This anthology is a love story of sorts, but also of addiction, of faith, of family pride and of coming to terms with endings or the lack thereof. Its events take place over an incalculable amount of time, in a setting that has neither days nor nights, and where every character you’ll encounter is already…
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Welcome to the Between: Finale
But if you forget me again, If some day you forget my name, my face or even my very existence in the Between or before, I want you to just try to hold on to one simple thought this time — and I mean really fight like hell for this one, June: “Jack loves you.”
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S… P…
I think you are One of the most beautiful Things that had a 1 in 400 trillion chance Of even being born And was