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Human emotions are not clean cut, and his awareness of distance has become obstruct------- but what is desire in a world full of the compulsion to approach? On the grounds of reciprocating, he is filling bunnies full of hope, Loathing under trees that deserve nothing but those who know to loafe, She is full of intentions… Continue reading Goner →

I'm just a girl and  my intentions were good I begged and I pleaded but I was not to be stood under I went to my own little tunnel where I climbed and I climbed til I was caught, and put back in my kennel to be taught a lesson that I already knew was… Continue reading A Series of Self: Kendra, pt. II →

What's going on there, sweet emptiness of mine? Did you get lost upon your wandering, or did you just get stuck in your mind? forever, one deep, but always, cups twice, sprite and a pint, I use diamonds instead of  ice.  

"--no one ever came to me and said you're a fool there isn't such a thing as God somebody's just been stuffing you it wasn't murder i think god just died of old age and when i realized he wasn't anymore it didn't shock me it seemed natural and right maybe it was because I… Continue reading Frances Elena Farmer. Want me to spell it? →

Part one of Me, Myself, did not much mind. I started a new routine, where I live each day one toe at a time. I pick up one foot and then set it down. I pick up the other, and next thing you know, this Me is the talk of the town. One toe here and… Continue reading A Series of Self: Kendra, Pt. I →

  The fool is me; It is not you. I promised to stay selfish; it was the only promise I followed all the way through. I self-prophesied to be much at an age so little. I would slowly carve away the stone, because a shallow-soul is not one of a quitter.   I litter my peers… Continue reading One more grave, I am done →

Light headed and eager, to see something I cannot see, The epitome of a loner, "THE WORLD REVOLVES AROUND ME", But the ego greets -- and tackles the only light left in my soul. I must remember to be conscious-- of the actions I convey through my tone. I say, "I am sorry," again and again, but only… Continue reading Act Pretty →

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