Tag: heartbreak
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With nothing. And no one.
He sits alone at a table smoking a cigarette. Well, alone and not alone. Throughout the day across from him will sit old friends, lovers, his parents, brothers … the list goes on and on. The only limit being who he can remember well enough to be able to still hear their voice talking back…
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I don’t like you better when you’re gone.
There’s a hole in the world that only I can see. I linger around it or lie around its edges just to be close to you and the memories still digging this hole inside of me.
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The Mind is a Lonely Place for Dying
It’s happening to me again. I’m missing time, coming back to my senses in the middle of acts I’m already committing without any memory of having intention to do them. No, I’m not some serial killer. This isn’t some-Dark Half ripoff. There is no other personality. It’s me. Just me. But without the tape running. …
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I know I’ll hit the ground this time.
When I was a kid — like many all across America — I’d pretend I was Superman. Nearly every night, you could find me wearing worn-out, Christover Reeve-era Superman pajamas and a cape running through the living room, into the TV room (the same room, but we acted like they were different), turning right through…
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The Pleading Deep
He’d felt its eyes on him most of his life. The first time was at North Beach in Racine, Wisconsin, along Lake Michigan. He can’t remember his exact age then, but it was before the age of 12. He can at least pinpoint it that much. But he remembers clearly the rope that was strung…
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Welcome to the Between: Chapter 2
This is the second installment in an anthology series, all taking place in the fictitious Between. Read Chapter 1, here. Read Chapter 3, here. Read Chapter 4, here. Read Chapter 5, here. Read Chapter 6, here. The Lovers My wife is the first person who found me here. I was standing in the middle of the city —…
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Welcome to the Between: Chapter 1
This is the first installment in an anthology series, all taking place in the fictitious Between. Read Chapter 2, here. Read Chapter 3, here. Read Chapter 4, here. Read Chapter 5, here. Read Chapter 6, here. Part 1: ‘New Arrival’ I’m standing on a street I don’t know, in a town I’ve never seen. I don’t know…
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Darkness, my home
It’s hard to describe this place inside of me. Think of yourself as standing in a dark room, but only your side is dark. Just beyond the edge of the darkness you stand in are other people. People smiling, laughing, living, falling in love, having children … just being human. But there you are, standing…
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“The old poets would hate us.” (explicit language)
All of the old poets would talk shit about all of us poets now. There’s too much fighting and fucking in our poetry. And our fucking isn’t even poetic and proper like theirs. We don’t take our time to paint sex in simile, or “making love” in metaphor. We literally just call it “fucking” And…
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Time Travelers are Pricks
Before you hop in your Delorean, phone booth, wormhole, etc. and travel back to the past to change that thing you think ruined your life, let me ask you something: Are you really that selfish? Sure, right now, you’re thinking about your own life. Maybe you’re thinking about going back and changing the outcome of…