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Scrolling as if time hasn’t tried its best to chase To keep pace with the distortion and deterioration of who I am. Disassociating myself from anyone else, Only to associate every piece of myself to whom you desire. I want you to want me; I long for you to cherish me. I ache for the idea of you admiring me in all my iridescence. Fumed with...

The day then dawned and I then drove having dropped them off I hid from the Sun on my way back and there’s silence then there’s boredom then there’s an urge to pull, to push, to sway to dissolve this solid heart in the calming, frothing waves so I write

FOR YOU Tell me what a star is If it's just a mangled mess of exploded ashes that somehow someway turned into magic I want to be that too for you I want to make your dreams come true Cuz there's nothing I wouldn't do To trace each scar with outlined hearts show you how all your flaws are art And that your flame is hissing like The fiercest snake...

the Mothman Cometh in dead of night who knows his pain who knows his plight left unchecked in their faulty haste born in pools of chemicals and waste a slip of nature he roams the skies with wings of a condor and red blazing eyes it is said he had vanished when the bridge came down but I believe he remains at the outskirts of town I have been to...

Driving solo through the dark at night, ’49 Dodge, green and battered and slow, black in front black behind, black all around, nowhere to go, but I’m on the move, not driving away or driving to, it’s chilly but the heater’s on and I’m warm here in my womb, but the farther I push the pedal down, the more static on the radio, so I lift my foot...

“After all we’ve been through, It can’t be over, you must keep going” One said as a partner grew Colder, with a contented smile of knowing He grabbed a hand and said “It’s okay for the journey to be over, That’s the best part, because That’s when you can start a new one, Rest a moment, then see what’s next” A tear fell, and words quivered “I...

The dusty jacket, tattered, did belie Within held pearls bespeaking truth To bring within perfect symmetry The recipe I needed in my youth So distracted I walked through the falling library Of shelves begging with every groan To collect pages torn falling unwary Those voices would fade to the unknown About flew ravens taunting with...