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The way
Mar 24, 2017, 11:47p - Poetry
I think
about what it would be like
to not think
the way that I think.
Not thinking about thinking
To just think, straight up.
A trap laid beyond my feet.

Is the sadness of the loss
of the second parent
easier to bear
because of
the loss of the first?

Does sadness vaccinate
against future sadness?

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Sadness sparks
Mar 24, 2017, 11:12p - Poetry
Sadness sparks
that energy everlasting
a welt of wounds
shallow, deep
that is life
making us be.

Sadness plunges
the soul down
to that home
of sensitivity
conceiving no ills
but them all.

To break through sadness
to mend the tears
that wet separation
only to be chucked back

Remembering finality
to resuscitate
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Too close
Jun 28, 2015, 7:29a - Poetry
One lateral move
And I'm in it.
I can now get
From any emotion
To tears
in 5 seconds or less.

The sadness has come this close
That I can reach out
And dip my toe in it.

What started as an empty basin
Has rapidly swelled
From a distant puddle
To a pond the size of a lake

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Empty aging
May 29, 2015, 11:15p - Poetry
Time progresses
as we become
the victims
of empty aging.

We cannot help but spin
propelling the paint of our tears
centripetally out
not to wash but to change
the color of everything
we have seen before.

The photo that brought joy
now induces sorrow
as ignorance gives way.

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Freedom of a death sentence
May 24, 2015, 12:28p - Poetry
You are alone
With your sentence
Though you wish to not be
You dare not
Inflict your fate on others.
For in your loss of loneliness
Would lie an expansion of pain
Far too great
So alone is your fate alone.

"Damned if you do,
and damned if you don't"
You are cornered
But the corner
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Dec 31, 2014, 11:40p - Poetry
is the pain
of emotion.

Both persist
to effect
their removal.

They are then
as suicidal states,
their appearance
their very destruction.

But what
if relief
is not found.
Does the mind
recognize its masochism,
and terminate the interminable?
Or is it insulated
from the effects
of its motivating
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Dec 29, 2014, 9:22p - Poetry
We were
forced to take
the road
less traveled
into the darkness
and the rain.

I leaned
my head
against the pane;
as water
streaked, then
we cried
in unison.

without wetness
feels like
without blood.

The emptiness
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Nov 8, 2014, 6:16p - Poetry
I cry in the shower

Am I crying?

I pee in the sea

Am I peeing?

I cum in the milk

Am I cumming?

These are the liquids
of my life.
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Nov 6, 2014, 6:11p - Poetry
What does it feel like
to be struck by
The feeling, the moment,
the time.

What does it feel like
to be struck by lightning
Do your dreams become
more electric

What does it feel like to
be struck by lightning

Does the pain ever end?

Can you go back to
feeling normal again?
Can your synapses forget
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Dec 6, 2012, 1:40a - Poetry
I'm forced to believe the things I say,
Where is the will, in this way?
Confabulation abounds, disbeliefs sway,
Truth in memory, trust you say.

Trying to be aware the moment I no longer am,
Trying to catch myself, watch myself fall asleep,

(Written April 14, 2007)
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