creative writing
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Daily Exorcise
I’m done smiling.Tired of trying.I’m tired of faking. Always taking Bad directions.Spectacular trees,The sky and seaKeep lying to me. Sparkly gems Stop pretending it’s good luck get-tingbit-ten. Cursed feelings are Heavy andsuffocating,stuck replaying– Do you remember when?You followed me to my room–Leaning in.I didn’t want to Remember the spankinghitting screaming Whenever I’m crying–It’s bad,WrongAnd insulting! Objectified and told– How do I not… Continue reading
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Procrastinate
Fall. September 22nd. Stay in summer. Cool off. What’s wrong? I’m not doing it, I’m scared. The floor moves, always running and tripping. Using my words. If I can focus long enough on beauty instead of madness—forget the real world! “Lizard” “Lizard” I’m no better. What do you mean? Alone? Fix it up, make it better, something that matters. Maybe in December…… Continue reading
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play with me
running awayflip, flop lost a shoeclip, clop coming for you,can’t stop hacked in twochip, chop red blood flewdrip, drop— down,down,down, in thebasement your pieces plop! Continue reading
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On Being Human
Joy stained with sadness. Spreading. Searching in the mirror: Hello and goodbye, hello–echo–hello! Goodbye, goodbye. Internal guard. Distracting. Defensive. Avoiding what happened before… Faltering. A puddle. A wrinkle of sadness in everything, for in your noticing is its ending–begin and end, begin and end–what happens in between the beginning and ending? Peace into pieces. Or… Continue reading
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Hail the Veil
Pirouettes through puddles, everything shines at once.Overwhelm me into laughter. What a wonderful world! So confusing, so straightforward.Glass walls, darkness insists, an illusion everlasting,spotlight moving. Listen to me! Fall down, get up.Smile at the sun, the rain, especially darkness.A beautiful reminder– Change! Golden memory, glittering sun, A bow in thanks forthe opportunity. Continue reading
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Becoming Madness
In a forest—crouching, stepping, carefully dodging long vines that hang like snakes from a canopy of trees above. The dirt is dark and wet. My boot crunches, but when I take my next step, I’m barefoot. Naked. Rain begins to fall. The clouds are alive with brooding darkness and raging thunder. Shadows are released when… Continue reading
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Some Death, Some Growth
Butterflies and warmth. Goosebumps and geese. Green and yellow and orange, crispy leaves crunch under my feet. A breeze that brings with it a fire some 20 or 30 miles away, mixed with the feathers of birds, pine needles, and sunshine. Night comes sooner, but the time hasn’t changed. The turning of time, the turning… Continue reading
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