Magic

I have to write. I stare at this blank page and it stares back taunts me. It feeds off me like a leech it feast on my fears for breakfast and sips my anxiety like tea. Never satisfied until I write. So here I sit Staring through this open window waiting for the magic. From…

social life of a human

fit to fit in is a privilege

not meant for everyone

chasing a dream a dream I had once a dream of something normal. The old normal. A culdesac barbecue block party with a domestic drink and a domestic life. This is different. The smell of a culdesac turns me vegan.

the day before yesterday

Planning for the future with a hammer and a couple nails. It's a joke I know but it's the truth. The nails are a bit rusted felt like I should mention that. Bent too. Head to Home Depot to have your card rejected but find a two by four on the way home.   Buddy…

Faith

The black panther lives in the rainforest. This is the home of Faith. The promising work of a florist. Home forever even as a wraith.   Enchanting the world with sunny kisses. Always with you like a reprise. True nature's cheery missus. In spring time, love is carried on the breeze.   Her beauty undeniable by…

right after brushing my teeth

getting knocked down has become part of my mourning routine

hot blooded

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independence

we all want a second chance; to run- or jump fly dance a second chance to dance. i want to dance dance until i can't feel my legs and we have to fly away

skipped a beat; time police

it's like time- paused; and we came back picked up exactly where we left out. it was never perfect but on late nights i never wanted to be anywhere else- but they took me away cuffed in a back seat. processed & told to wait; wait until-

honey dipp III

it's like we turned the clock; left everything the way it was, except for us. i've changed. either for good or for bad- the road traveled left scars memories; made a lot of 2nd opinions on things once ruled out. to give everything a second chance so life doesn't have anymore what ifs.

december a few years ago;

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gopher

sometimes just sometimes i come out of this deep hole that i burried to see the sun in all it’s glory go see a movie boba maybe a new hoodie and shortly return to the hole and consider doing that again next week. (maybe)

dining in

first idea after we landed was a cheeseburger with grilled diced onions. that detail was everything yes you need a good burger but without that singular topping; i'd have passed on any other burger

static chapter

they'd never believe the whole story; it's too wild- weak to week; i knew i was wrong- for the right reason i was wrong. the clock never hit 7pm, for our sunset- i remember those nights they'd never believe we'd wake one day apart talking about a sunset together