personal
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Thinking about waiting
I’ve spent a lot of time thinking. Thinking and not doing. Fretting over the particulars of when I should come back to this space and create the way I used to. I started this blog four years ago with the intention of growing in my craft, learning from other writers and being part of the Continue reading
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Hard Lessons
Discernment isn’t as simpleAs the flip of a coin;Whimsical in its submission to chanceWithout hesitationOr even consequenceAnd perhaps life would be more interestingMaybe even a little more composedIf it were predicated on such whimsyIf we could easily determine another’s intentionsBy the telling glint of heads or tailsInstead it’s left up to our own senseTo examine Continue reading
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12:40 AM
Restless thoughts Scamper through weeded hedges In blind pursuit Of an antidote That could soothe Insomnia’s chaotic ricochet And its palpable pressure Like nails digging new wounds Into the places That never quite heal So each breath Feels more raw than the last Cut upon the desperation To find peace And sink within the depths Continue reading
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Staying Awake
A yawn stretches itselfFrom the inside outWithholding tensionThat sits crookedWithin the bones;It’s the most peculiar sensation—Wanting to exhaleThe weight of lethargyAnd its residual tanglesYet it remains stuckAs if in a vacuumRoaming with a palpable shiftBehind eyesAlready burning from the needTo drift closedIn a forbidden sleepThat only growsWith the momentumOf an ebbing and flowing stillness–Monotonous sighs Continue reading
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A Midnight Wish
Mystery murmurs Low and resonant – Its strange cadence Plucks into the stillness Like a poltergeist;Presence betrayed By shuddering walls And their heaving sighs As though burdened By tales they’d eagerly share If only they could talk But those stories remain Teasing whispers Behind wooden beams Where she wishes She could stuff her doubts For only a moment Of unbruised peace and quiet Continue reading
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An Ugly Truth
Here is something I’ve realized. I am my own worst enemy. I do not give myself credit for the small things I’ve achieved. Too focused on the bigger picture and greater ideals of what I want my writing to be, I lost all sense of appreciating what it was. I hated every single piece; I Continue reading
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Dissonance in the Silence
The silence and I had once been one. We’d shared a mutual understanding and comfort in our moments of uninterrupted dialogue. It had examined the parts of me I was too scared to confront on my own. Had helped me realize there’d never been anything to be afraid of in the first place. During that Continue reading
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Drinking Habits
Coffee has become quite symbolic to me over the past year; the picture and fragrance of productivity. The smell permeates almost every office space I’ve entered recently. Even in my workplace, casual glances over my coworkers’ desks reveal proprietary mugs with telling stains. And for the more serious drinkers, there’s a mini coffee pot, either Continue reading
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Unintended Neglect
Emptied boxes scatter the misted floor, collecting dust from ideas left too long in the shed. She kneels among the disarray of forgotten words – unfinished syllables and meager remnants of starved inspiration. Rusted and frayed. Breaking away like ashen sediments at the slightest touch. And she feels the wilting all around her as if Continue reading
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Monday Morning Blues
Every Monday seems to be the same Endless copies of banal monotony That neither wind nor rain can change A day breathed in heavy sighs Dragging itself through the motions Even the sun Droops with a haggard indolence Sagging over the clouds— Grey with their own burdens Full of the Monday morning blues Ushering in Continue reading
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