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Monthly Archives: May 2015
These are the days when I awake renewed and savor my confidence brewing. When my dreary shadowed eyes receive an illuminated faith and I feel my shoulders relax. When I look forward to smelling the air of changing seasons instead … Continue reading →
Gather up your dignity like prized property. Crop out every inch and corner that doesn’t carry its full share. For every barren field inside that’s been pounded by wickedness, calls for a reason to forget and thrive again.
The symbol of my rage is a garden, inverted beauty with teeth. Filmy petals in the dirt and twisted thick roots reach upward in a gnarled act of mercy. Vapor of memories float through making shapes shift from putrid to … Continue reading →
When my dark figure shouts out to me, I alone debate only for a second. To myself I discuss the broken areas and vow to make them whole, but I say, I want to see what it’s made of. I … Continue reading →
You are on the last leg of your saving grace, as you seek out those who could have fresh trouble for your gluttonous feast. You will never know how this will shape the machine you are, a collector of crooked … Continue reading →
She’s too cool to prove that she can be the page turner, it’s in the way she can pull off the level of her smile. Her soul felt the belief like liquid and observed her lose course many times. She … Continue reading →