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My Dearest Maria

As I wake up, I’m on the floor in my room. I can’t remember how I got there. There’s a slight pain in my back so maybe… Read more “My Dearest Maria”

April 2, 2017April 2, 2017 by -

As Long as You’re Happy

My hands won’t stop shaking. I ask them to stop, but they refuse to listen so I hide them underneath the table. “It’s gonna be alright”, I… Read more “As Long as You’re Happy”

April 1, 2017April 2, 2017 by -

Too Often It Was Pain

I was told love was pure. Love was kisses on the cheek, hugs from behind when you didn’t expect them. Love was not locking the door, just… Read more “Too Often It Was Pain”

March 20, 2017April 4, 2017 by -

Runnin’ through town

Like a manic, like a clown I was running for life all through town. What the chaser did not know, slithering throat here now is my fun.… Read more “Runnin’ through town”

February 5, 2017March 20, 2017 by -

Not my responsibility, but

“It’s not your responsibility.”, my mother tells me as I talk to him at one o’clock in the morning, trying to calm him down in an anxiety… Read more “Not my responsibility, but”

December 24, 2016March 24, 2017 by -

And Closer Still

They really got to you, didn’t they? Pushing you on towards the edges tore apart your broken mind. Now all you hear is chaos, a beating drum… Read more “And Closer Still”

September 22, 2016January 23, 2017 by -

Just Lack of Light

It was dark yesterday. Maybe that’s something to be expected on a Saturday in the city. The sun wasn’t shining. It was past midnight when you went… Read more “Just Lack of Light”

August 7, 2016 by -

Yellow Coat

A slippery pavement, slippery road, a little girl stands in a big yellow coat. Loss of a brother, what can you say, when all of your words… Read more “Yellow Coat”

September 27, 2015December 21, 2015 by -

Master of Exclusion

Master of exclusion of not showing affection of not believing that I I, too can mean something to the ones I care about.

June 21, 2015October 11, 2015 by -

Can you?

I can’t make sense of what’s inside of me. I am desperately searching for someone who can.

June 6, 2015October 11, 2015 by -

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