Tumultuous misadventures through the mind of one struggling with the mundane, while grieving the air of daily affairs.
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Heartbeat
Circumvent me, and spin me around. There are no dalliances, only creed to newborn crushes and something of the like of love. Only to wonder, only to ponder. Only to see if one can step off the bridge of loneliness to find that love. Self-respect adjacent and crippling anxiety, maybe it’s too selfish to be…
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Scribbling Mage
Wicker envy, and wrath upon the broken wristsThat tempt fate andAll to come, on a weary journey.Unforeseen by mages and knights that joust likeAwful opinions, that seem pointlessAnd barbaric to the common soul. Have another bowl of soup,And heal,In time, for another scrap of destinyTo sworn its presence in front of thee,And mark a slap…
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Roaches In An Ashtray [Chapter 3: Paper Jam]
I could dance away and tap my toes… Claire thought. The day had turned into a shitter by demand, but she was hopeful to turn the day into a brightside. She pulled out her old typewriter. Dusty and likely to be slow on the first try. She found a whole stack of copy paper in…
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Shuffle on Ice
Freeze, fools drizzling in the dirty, muck of snow. Do a shuffle, and dance on ice.
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Mayhem Zero
In mayhem, I have decided to stay course to echo and reverb of the desert, nature’s call. I have no profound mastery of anything nor a heart of gold. Built like steel. I hope no one ever suffers tragedy, only to grieve. It’s been so apparent in my life. A year and change, figuratively. I…
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32° Degrees
I am much colder now, than I was before. I don’t have time for fuddy-duddy time wasters and obligations of the status quo or doing something expected of me. Queerness and womanhood, always at battle. I think I have elder daughter syndrome, and everything is put on me to balance – it wasn’t supposed to…
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