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boat

the islets capturingmy sight sends my armsin circles to pull the boat closerto what is now a safe haven

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boy who fishes

i sit upon a leaf, staring up at the crescent moon. and upon this leaf, alone, i spy on the boy who sends a line down, to fish for something, but what? i don’t know.  i don’t even know this boy, but...

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draw a picture of me

draw a picture of what i look likethen i draw one of you. here are some hints of what i (you may) seeof what i’m to be... i color my cheeks red, although i’m a violet rose, and i use my thornsto...

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mitochonria

i wish upon a wishing welli wish to have more mitochondriaso i can run faster, run betterto oxidize pyruvate...metabolizing adiposeand glycogen from myliver and skeletal muscle oxidize, eznymes...

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hands out in front

slowly walking with my hands in frontslowly pushing everything awaywithout even realizing it. this is why my brother says he saved me from fallingdown the stairs, he didn’t want see anothergo.

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may not be a good write

may not be a good writemay be more of a venting type i pluck the pebals... he likes me,maybe,or maybe not... what about me i don't,maybe,yes? time will teelll

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lost

what will the day bring?hopefully something not terribly ...  confusing! like a pretty... ... uhh... god damn it i miss my old life,chasing bugs.. and arguing with mymomwhether or noti should wear a...

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grey

lost in the graygreygray the clouds surround metwirl around. nothing nor more is black and whitemagical  miserable like her, i'm both at once there is light there is darkness and combinedequals greygray?

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triplets

a tortoise was hidden in a small place- between bushes, shrubs, and tinny tiny trees.and within the gatheringof these tinny tiny trees there was refreshingmud squishing, filling in empty spaces...

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dreaming

scratches dentthe earth,meaning those days of youthof dreaming  should beblown away from inwiththe leaves in the now visible air’s tide or current... we watched it fledon top of this hill during the...

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halite water

a waiting game for the blue eyedlongshoreman caused him to stand still, and tap his finger on his relaxed,lower lip, all for the debate of how hostile the salty sea can become.and after pondering in...

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abuse

i know you hate reading... but i don't give a poopy...don't get emotionally involved with what i have to say inthis writing.... just look at it from an objective point of view,because i want to be...

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geniune

two folded dragonflies attached by a thin, blue ribbon. one is silver, the other pale pink. almost a peachy, diluted pink, from the sun beaming through the windshield. the windshield that had a crack...

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dichotomy

dead, nothing... like those winter trees whose leaves surround the ground,the very ground i sit upon without a sound... tapping my finger against my lower lip, breathing in cold, crisp air,remembering...

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love

love isn’t a possession,or something to fill emptiness. instead, love is patient, understanding, and freeing. 

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grass lands!!

silence creeps over the grass land... and uncontrolled thoughts begin to whisper... no one can handle them... on their own!! because they aren’t normal!!! but everyone thinks them!! so, why not use...

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the ugly light

while sitting in a chair, in front of a large window, in a two story cafe,which sits beside a stone Lutheran Church, my back becomes heated by the summer sun's ugly light! i curse you light! that light...

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Confessional

Years ago there was a gathering of fluttering black wings,who undulated up towards the dangledwhite stars. As if helium had secretly snuck into their tiny, precious bellies.And after those moments,...

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freedom in dependance on each other?

wisdom gained from the genes passed from past deers to their offspring, who we see leaping over colonial wooden, stone, brick fences--aged from the weatherman’s predictable storms. where our...

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ibuprofen

sniffing my nose cursing at my pimples and my age because i’m a minutes closer to death. oh, my my. now i’m reminiscing while starring at my bipolar cat. oh well, at least i know insomniawon’t attack...

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