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I write that which is whispered to me in the hopes to touch your soul. To let you feel all that life has to offer. To open your eyes and mine, and create connections of human existence.

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Finding Reason
Poetry

Finding Reason

Can you extract the last drop of blood from a stone? I feel that you are succeeding in doing it … Continue reading Finding Reason

Looking for Life
Poetry

Looking for Life

To the sea For the waves To thrash me against the rocks For they cannot break me Any more than … Continue reading Looking for Life

Constructed by Relationships
Poetry

Constructed by Relationships

You were never the glass blower to my molten lava sand The defining artist to conclude a united masterpiece of … Continue reading Constructed by Relationships

Unaware
Poetry

Unaware

Nothing by half measure My heart doesn’t drift slowly It is yanked and broken In a matter of minutes A … Continue reading Unaware

I Can’t Anymore
Poetry

I Can’t Anymore

My chest protests another assault My frame keeled over Protecting my most vulnerable core Like a foetus I lay curled … Continue reading I Can’t Anymore

Directions
Poetry, Stream of Conciousness

Directions

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “directions.” Find a household cleaner/bottle of shampoo/something in the freezer/anything you … Continue reading Directions

Not Me
Poetry

Not Me

I agree that I’m a work in progress Growing every day in my soul But what I know for sure … Continue reading Not Me

Black Bits and Grey
Poetry

Black Bits and Grey

Sometimes poems come to me that have nothing to do with my life. It is almost like I’m taking dictation. … Continue reading Black Bits and Grey

Sadness and Sunlight
Poetry

Sadness and Sunlight

I am prone to bouts of sadness The air in my lungs squashed out Like the crumpling of a tin … Continue reading Sadness and Sunlight

Melting Stone
Poetry

Melting Stone

Turned to stone No emotions Or feelings Hard and cold Even anger Too much To feel Like a switch Flipped … Continue reading Melting Stone

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