February 2012
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what are days but time, compartmentalized for our benefit; without days would the minutes not meld together like hot metal; would we forget how to live? days counting down toward something separated by our dreams, is it dread or anticipation that fills your stomach? with each sunset do you grow wiser, each sunrise more strong? we assign meaning to the passing of time but what does time...
Feb 12th
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January 2012
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I’ve found I’m like a bag of chips— half-empty from the start; I take this life in tiny sips from a fragile teacup heart. There is no leap without a drop, some inevitable pain; but I’d do anything to stop this hollow heart’s refrain. if a heart sewn shut and taped with time proves stronger than a whole, I’d like some heartbreak to call mine, to...
Jan 28th
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I miss the scratch of your face gently rough against my cheeks due for a shave the way you always were i miss the feel of your smile imprinted into my skin the way you didn’t hold me but gripped as if for dear life as if you knew one day I’d take my way seeking something less bleak something real something—more and the indents you made with your fingertips the...
Jan 24th
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if I told you I dreamt of you last night that we danced under the stars kissed in the twilight if we caught fireflies in jars would you miss those hours? the ones that could have been ours.
Jan 18th
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I despise the way your words make my heart race and my spirits soar the way my hands shake as I beg you for more just know that as i think of you the view outside my window tonight will be twice as bright.
Jan 18th
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your secret’s safe with me, I swear I’ll hold it in, what no one knows It’s locked inside my paper heart, no prying ears or words will part; save for the whispers to my toes.
Jan 12th
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December 2011
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It’s late, late enough to go to sleep properly but that’s not at all what I want to do. I want to lay on my bed and eat peanut m&m’s one at a time and save the blue ones for last, always the blue. Once upon a time, when any darkness at all was a not only a reason but a deadline for sleep you would bring me m&m’s. I would always ask if they were all mine and of...
Dec 30th
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You are nothing. What are the 60 or so years of your life when compared to the millenia that have gone by? That have yet to come? You are infinitely less than a speck on the face of the universe. Eaily brushed off, and just as easily missed. Your words will be forgotten, in the end your memory will fade. Yet in this moment, you are the most important. Your heart beats for you and you alone....
Dec 23rd
November 2011
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you don’t need a resume to make friends there is no orientation for success and your road map toward perfection will only lead to more dead ends you don’t need frills or a RSVP no fancy bow no recipe just be yes be you can be enough.
Nov 27th
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Sometimes I try and imagine what writing is like for other people. I try and imagine where they sit: a favorite chair with the polyester seating cracked and bleeding cotton; sprawled out on a bed and sharing ideas with a quilt; perhaps a stiff wooden chair, the looming threat of a sore bottom all the reason to write faster. I imagine them, the others, putting a pen to paper and waiting,...
Nov 25th
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11:11
Some days ache more than I can stand it, and I let myself wish. I let myself wish we could go back. Back to the way we were before, when “we” was just “me and my friend,” when a smile from you was enough to turn my day around, and when holding your hand made my knees weak and my heart flutter. Can’t we go back to when a proposal for lunch might have gone either...
Nov 12th
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If I could leave I would drown Abandon this town Go underground Not to be found Not to see your frown Just down down Down.
Nov 12th
September 2011
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Bliss
It is so hot. I can almost taste the heat. I can feel it running through my blood. It is stealing my lifeforce and weighing in on my every step. I feel like my shoes are made of lead and my head is made of hot air. Soon I will pop. Two more blocks and I will be home, though I see a clearer future: it is me, passed out on a sizzling Manhattan street. No doubt my face will be burned upon impact. I...
Sep 28th
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You.
It’s days like these when rain is my best friend, when the moon is at my back and my hopes are in the mud; it’s on days like these when I embrace the darkness, when the hole in my chest is cracked and sore and bleeding at the edges. And I miss you, not just with my heart but with my entire body. My eyes miss yours and my hands feel empty and my chest aches and it’s for you, it’s always...
Sep 28th
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Soft Serve
If I could give out happiness I’d scoop it all right up and drop an extra scoop or two into your empty cup ‘Cause you deserve it all my friend you’ve earned every bite and if smiles were like sprinkles I’d serve you up just right.
Sep 20th
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Calculus
In Calculus class I must sit I don’t like it, not one little bit. Solving problems galore I’ll soon fall to the floor and have a most terrible fit!
Sep 20th
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The Best Laid Plans…
I once was in love with a man and we thought that we had a great plan to get married, you see then he cheated on me and I ran him over with my van.
Sep 20th
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Raindrops
Have you ever watched raindrops sliding down a window pane? Some drops, they whiz their way on by but others, they remain. Too small to make it on their own too frightened to move on, they venture forward carefully the braver drops, long gone. They go so slow it almost seems like they are standing still Waiting for courage perhaps? or strengthening their will. Then suddenly one...
Sep 20th
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Fading
When each step echoes and every smile breaks, when actions all are hollow and your emotions are all fakes When breathing is a chore and moving’s out of mind, when loneliness is blissful and silence is too kind When all your thoughts are shallow and words are hard to form, when sadness settles over you with it’s cloudy dark rainstorm Rest your head here, my love for I...
Sep 20th
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Sleep
The night, it falls time now for bed as nature calls you’ll rest your head and we’ll drift away to a place where instead of worries there’s play where frowns become grins how you’ll beg me to stay a bit longer within alas, morning is here and to stay is to sin so sandman, disappear a new day must begin— let us rise up and cheer.
Sep 20th
April 2011
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The Study
Halfway down the California coast stood a house. It was a small house (some would call it a cottage), and if you looked too quickly while driving past you would miss it. The house was decades old and visibly so; mind you it was not in disrepair, but it had a definite aged feel to it, something you just couldn’t place. The greenery that surrounded it and filled up the front spread up the...
Apr 8th
March 2011
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Last Call
This was for the best. She would be happier this way. And that was all he wanted, wasn’t it? He wanted her to be happy. Beyond anything, he wanted her to be happy. She stood and stared at him for the longest time, as if she was trying to memorize every last detail of his face before hesitating and collecting herself, finally speaking the first words either of them had said to eachother that...
Mar 25th
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My Big Break.
I glanced at my watch. It was nearly three in the afternoon, another twenty minutes or so and everybody at the Boston office would be waiting to hear my presentation. I took out my phone. No missed calls, no emails, no new voice messages, nothing. Maybe it was broken. That would be unlikely, this phone was sparkling new, the latest and greatest smart phone on the market. Any second I was...
Mar 18th
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Enemy
Harsh fluorescent lighting bounced off of white porcelain. The boy looked straight ahead. Glaring back at him was the worst being he had ever seen. They looked at each other for a long time in the silence. The light bulb above them flickered, and then glowed more brightly than before. The other never blinked, and it never looked away, he only stared back into the boys eyes as intensely as the...
Mar 11th
February 2011
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Window Shopping
Your words are overpriced They sparkle enticingly in the shop window Invisible promises sliding off shiny letters As they clatter to the floor, hollow They are swept away by reality’s broom One splinter the only remnant A painful reminder of past weaknesses At least now I’ve found a new shop He words are secondhand here They’re dull and dusty, sure But the promises are...
Feb 23rd