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Bits Of An Insomniac

composed late at night, from amongst chaos and coffee

self-sabotage (or- an ode to the hopeless)

a daily misfortune- I swallowed the sun, winter afternoon the day's half gone- and all last night's inspirations, I've kicked them in the heart- and those plans and aspirations, have surrendered at their start.

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nothing dressed up in something like the truth

sometimes all we can do is skirt the unthinkable, and create a confession of hints and references- create a diversion with metaphors and similes and veiled rhymes- and oftentimes, all you can say is nothing at all what you mean,... Continue Reading →

runaway

Built myself a boat out of the grief- frightful contraption cast out to sea, held snug together by raw belief and an offering of all of me- and, fashioned out an airplane from my rage- (how deep will the pain... Continue Reading →

the story of me

I will tell the story of me tonight, due to the dust on the fan- the strength of me gives me fright- I never know how long I can keep the poker face, the smooth skin thighs, the sacred place... Continue Reading →

short memory of witnessed broken promises

her, with frozen feet and broken heart, she said- Thank God for waterproof mascara and your roommate's trip to Berlin   sure, with your two secret and softened parts, you made- a pact of Being There, free zone, all the... Continue Reading →

Reign of the Melancholy (or, Small Revolutions)

Despite the crickets and the trees, Despite the brooks and creeks, and sea, Despite the coffee, wine, and tea- Despite the young men and their ease, Despite the girls with curls and tease, Despite the foliage and autumn breeze- My... Continue Reading →

Laughter at the Funeral

Tanned skin, criss-cross scars- Game of blame, and shooting stars- Wish on wish, piled to the waist, Here's the pain- take a look... have a taste. Summer camp and three weeks cluttered, Hubris of the haven crew- We've flown from... Continue Reading →

Not of tragedy, not today

Not of tragedy, not today- I will not hold the truth today, Sacred sky, come what may, I will not bow under the weight. Not with edges jagged, coarse- How unsightly it is to bleed- Pain is ugly, and truth... Continue Reading →

Duality

There's the broken and the healers, The creators and the killers. The followers and the leaders, Here's the victors, and the shamed, The wild ones, the tamed- The sacred ones, the blamed. I am vessel, I am hole, I'm a... Continue Reading →

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