Category: Writing
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A solitary chair by a window The room is purple haze A thin veil of curtain pushed aside The view… Read more.
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You can’t say “write like magic” It isn’t right to be so tragic And Nob Hill hip And Q-Town super… Read more.
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A skirmish of desire I fight the voracious appetite of distraction But I eat myself alive Like in architecture school… Read more.
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Nothing in this head but letters to the dead The hollow hell of yellow hills I berate the dirt and… Read more.
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She could fill the entire house with crap, and I was expected to keep my mouth shut. That’s how it… Read more.
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That’s what we need A head on a spike In times like these Of unchecked greed And deprivation of need… Read more.
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I wake up in deep shock My muscles are all bound up There’s a man in a window of the… Read more.
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To lie down and cry Would be to admit defeat For a man A soldier Etching in his yellow notebook… Read more.
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I take a solemn tablet and wash it down with fury That spirited ache of midnight The moon breaking bones… Read more.
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The storms lull dreams to Wonderland And I was suddenly sleeping in a bakery case I was lying right next… Read more.
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There’s something about lemonade in the summer that just hits me. Like right now, I can see the glass pitcher… Read more.
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