Month: September 2013

Mismanagement

I think of you as if no time has passed. No leaves have fallen, nor snow, since that day. That moment my heart cracked into three pieces – one for you one for me and one for the life that would never exist. I hear it in every song. I feel it in every breeze.…

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Ownership

The light floods across your skin like it owns you. Taking over your dark spaces like I never could. Somewhere lurked a pattern that I didn’t find until it was too late.. The storm came in, thrashing all of our windows, wetting our curtains and extending its hands around our throats.. “You’re not exactly a…

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Anatomy of Ink

Strange concepts; parallel hearts not necessarily in love – but knitted with purpose. These streets and buildings turn us inside out, put rot in our heads. We are solid in our bones and in our ways. Sinking beneath the fold and separating at Atlas C1. Trying to conceal our humanity with vanity. Do not forget…

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charm(eleon)

I’m telling my story and though it may change every time it is mine. There is love in here that belongs to someone. Even on dark days I know this to be true. When life turns upside down and inside out I stand willing. Shoulders bare(ing) the depths of many, but the strength of one.…

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Not for you.

You and I may not rhyme – But we are my favorite words. M. I felt a little philosophical today as I was driving home from St. Lewis. That usually happens when I’m driving, and this time I just decided to record my thoughts as I was driving rather than stop and write it down (or just…

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Present.

Just something I wrote a number of weeks ago and managed to misplace.   Present. The rain is smacking the land beneath my window and I listen intently for a sound I’ve never heard before. I wonder if I was ever here – ever present. When plants grow, they grow up to reach the light.…

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Untitled no. 88

I remember when the streets were that special kind of muddy. The kind that existed when the snow was just cold enough to make a dirt pepper with the effervescent sand. The wind swept over, Leaving cattail snow drifts. Not cold enough to stay, not warm enough to melt. ‘Til the sun beat down mercilessly…

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