Category: Poetry

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NaPoWriMo – Day 13

There is softness on everyone and that’s what I choose what I want to curl around at the end of the day to comfort me when broken into pieces of a person not quite understood by anyone else I’ve met....

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NaPoWriMo – Day 12

We all have broken fragments of the world within ourselves shards and slivers of lives lost pressed into our hearts. We carry them as they bleed out into the reality we’re holding together with fragile support our fingers raw and...

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NapoWriMo – Day 11

Push against the veil only then can death push back a silent wanting from your grave it calls to your spirit without your knowledge and you fall to protect it when the end finally comes.

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NaPoWriMo – Day Ten

Don’t stop. Don’t slip into slumber while I dream of walking away and stay to keep me still and sated. I have need. I need sweet and soft, never to sleep alone. You never give me what I need. I...

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NaPoWriMo – Day 9

Every movement of my mind, every shift of my senses aches. It’s been taken from me every molecule of madness gone. I had more, had something but I let it slip away somehow. The reasons are elusive so I’ll never...

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NaPoWriMo – Day 8

I write poetry late at night in broken verse with broken words without any source of light. I write poetry in the middle of the day scribbled on scrap paper because I’ve something to say. I write poetry you’ll never...

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NaPoWriMo – Day 6

She doesn’t spend the night. I never see her sleep, I see her make love and have sex, drink and drown in wine and wanting but she never spends the night. I never see her sleep. I sleep. I sleep...