more than a handshake with darkness
darkness invites bringing out the self that matters (free of all the chicanery brought on by daylight) inside the lit candle light (painting only part of the face, allowing a subtle beauty
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Patterns.
Patterns created in life are sometimes good, sometimes not.
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No One Can Ever Love You Like I Do (I.P.)
I’m bleeding...but only a little, and after all, they do say love’s supposed to hurt
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The Time I Followed Her
I've been trying to write something for weeks and I couldn't put down a single word, but suddenly this young woman almost made me grab a pen from the museum clerk and start writing poetry in my arm.
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Prince
I bought a dog last September and I've loved him ever since. He is a Great Dane and his name is Prince. When I bought him, he was only six weeks old. He's a sweet dog who is also sassy and bold.
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A Few Haikus
1 Words life narration Seep through the gaps of cultures Causing confusion 2 An ant focusing On the toil of the day on Impassive mountains 3 Walking in the park
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Fresh Air
i Quiet in my barroom corner the occasion got to me and words exited their cave desperate for a deep well; the situation was severe but they lacked severity and
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Untitled Part 6
“September 13th.” Evidently anticipating drama, the sergeant enunciates every syllable for effect. “What happened on September the thirteenth, Nathan? What happened then?”
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Untitled Part 5
“You… loved her. Hmm.” He doesn’t even attempt to hide his scepticism. “I don’t know how it is in your country, Mr.
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