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Alone on a Sunday

April 12th, 2009 | Category: Attempted Poetry,Creative Flash

Alone on a Sunday, in a place you don’t belong, never belonged. Lonely and broken, a cracked mirror reflecting nothing but damage. You’re darkness that’s not understood, that no one thinks to brighten. You’re constant thought with nowhere to go, buried under unsaid words. You want to go home, but you can’t, so you’re alone on a Sunday.

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Doors

April 10th, 2009 | Category: Attempted Poetry,Creative Flash

I want to lose myself in blinding sex, or drugs that numb, vodka that burns going down, doors to anywhere but here. Here, my lifeless life, my endless lonely, where I drown in a stream of consciousness. Drowning without death, finding nothing but locked doors.

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You’re all

March 14th, 2009 | Category: Attempted Poetry,Creative Flash,Random Thought

You’re all sex, and liquor, romance and sin. You’re all dark clothes, and dark music, dark words. America, baseball, apple pie, these things you’re not. You fit nowhere, tired of trying, searching, tired of wanting. You’re all lonely and bored, things you hate, and never lack.

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I wonder

January 04th, 2009 | Category: Attempted Poetry,Creative Flash,Random Thought

I wonder if I’ll ever write my novella, my memoirs, something to be remembered.

I wonder if I’ll find my love, my muse, the death of my lonely.

I wonder if I’ll find my calm, my safe, the end of my nervous.

I wonder if I’ll die the way I think I may, slow and blue and quiet-like.

I wonder, and I wonder, then I wonder a little more.

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Safe

September 21st, 2008 | Category: Attempted Poetry

Hold me close, love.

Talk to me awhile.

Help me feel safe.

Guide me through the dark.

Once we’re through, I’ll hold you.

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Attempted Poetry 1.0

August 28th, 2008 | Category: Attempted Poetry

I love and fear, strongly and purely.

Driven by both, ruled by neither.

I’m perfectly contradictory, broken and whole.

Completely hopeless, completely faithful.

Always wanting, never still.

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