A Poem.

How can I create if my house is not in order, If the inspiration I choose renders me numb, Stops my lips from forming the words I need to speak, So that I might reap the benefits of that love? Why should I come back, To paths well worn, And scenes remembered with retinal insistence […]

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IOUN.FU.IGU

I GIVE UP, I resign, I’m going to walk away, I’ve changed my mind. You can kiss my ass, And take your leave, ‘Cause what you ain’t giving me, Is room to breathe. Do you want me to spell out to you? Do you want me to make an oath to you? Like the oaths […]

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The Queen of Spears

Abuse is like having every bone in your body broken, then being ordered to rise up or face the consequences. Once you break something, it becomes something else. No longer what it was made for. Even though the bones may heal, you remain misshapen and broken, ever reminded of the damage that was inflicted upon […]

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Restless

  I am restless, Unable to think straight, Or quantify my emotional output. My head is full of glass, Or buds of cotton; Unsure of the viscosity of life To which it should align. What frequency to tune into Without those neural connections To illuminate a path with their neon certainty.   Streaks of yellow […]

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The Unwitting Sailor

Taken from this place I’m lifted somewhere high Where no-one can see me With my face stretched Beyond recognition Into a screaming rage. Defunct, immobile and drunk On the pleasure of pain. The cut of endorphins, and agitants; The multitudes within Fighting against the tide Of beingness that consumes me now. I wasn’t going to […]

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Too much ‘ism’ in my schism

Sometimes being me is a chore. Having the abilities I have as an intuitive and empath weighs very heavily on me. It can be a very solitary pursuit when all around you don’t understand or can relate. From my experience meeting others like me is a rare occurrence indeed, and it tends to be brief […]

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