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Fragments of a Fading Love

In midnight’s hollow, your whispers carve  
through the cold, a delicate love,  
unraveling the veil  
of what we once called ours.  
Each word, a shard of glass,  
reflecting memories that once glowed, 
now shattered, scattered across our distance.

Your touch, once the only thing I needed,  
now lingers like a

i couldnt tel you more

if I could tell you more I'd let you now,
but really it's top secret,
otherwise id tell you everything,
if I could i would ,
but I cant.

Broken But Still Strong

when I watched my sister die after being hit by a truck
her blood red in the snow
something inside of me broke
I was shattered, a statue, unable to speak
so broken ... but inside of me was a strength
a fire that burned and somehow I healed

when my baby died at birth I was in a trance
as I

Free speech laws

Laws over user
Response in violation
I'ma violation of code?
Next sentence no jury
Immediately I lost control
Living is leaving without doors 
Pre eminent domain the framers 
Constitution 
An earth in form
Assembled infantry
Order duty 
Follow document 

Intercept 
Floored
Rent a right
Ambition dollar


Our articulate article
Misses print
Who sided with before, controversial
Higher orders, adjunct military professor of law
Stilled the fix of formatted text


The

Raw lingering heartbreak

He cries
Yes sometimes
The memory burnt in
Hot iron press into his weak mind

He saw the flowers yet again
Some bustling with life
Half drooping and dying diligently
And he saw

Theres something sinister in the mind
When you realize you near the end of a chapter
All you can do is read on until it ends
... 
Well what if you dont want

Will Sleep ever find me?

Isn’t sleep supposed to be restful?
Isn’t sleep supposed to be calm?
Sleep is a time my mind goes off the deep end, replaying like a broken record.
Sleep is a time the panic and anxiety creep in, startling me awake.
Being abruptly awakened by such intense anxiety, feeling nauseous but like you're being choked at the same time.
The

Lines of Erasure

They split the land, but not the pulse. 
Roots remember what maps forget. 
Every severed line still hums 
with breath, with blood, with return.

They drew the map with ash and absence— 
not to guide, but to erase. 
Districts split like broken ribs, 
each line a scalpel, 
each vote a ghost.

We watched the ink dry on

The Killick

The killick that he bore upon his arm
was who he was and also what he was
a badge, a rank, a sanctioned state of mind.
The discipline the powers sought to bear
empowered men like him to bully boys
and so rank them according to their tastes,
social whims, or fiscal given favors
as is the life, the mothers sold their

Mushrooms Wear Off

anxiety rush
…but life is perfect 

anxiety gush

Sadness

Sometimes
there is a certain sadness
that wells up from depths
too deep to name and briefly
settles in the souls of children.

Your anonymous blog

Your anonymous blog

To my face you are kindness itself:
cheerful, always upbeat,

but in your anonymous blog
you rip me apart.

You press your thumb and forefinger on each side,
hold, pull and rend,
and rupture my very innards.

You focus on me,
my life, my words, my actions and my body
like you are a Celestron Telescope
searching for every single crater and irregularity.

With

Dancing on One Leg

Dancing on one leg, we learn to live with agony. 
Agony shapes our wobbly footsteps into inaudible power. 
Power blossoms through every gaffe we must encounter. 
Encounter the collapse, and let it instill in you how to soar

Soar through tornadoes that hover steadiness and respire hesitation. 
Hesitation converts into the intensity that coals irrepressible souls.

The Gift

All morning
my voice 
has been looking
for a poem
to fit into.
Taking pity
the magpie
made one
for me.

Without you

The world is a bit colder
The street a bit emptier
Without your voice
Without your hand to hold.

Your Love Can't Be My Hope

Your Love Can’t Be My Hope

Dried hope, just one of my life, hmm, died romance
Wished from a sensitive and honest heart, lost life

Lost and never lived. Never lived true love. The true love
Hmm. How? Your love is not my love. But my love is yours

Keep. Cloud always flies above you. Do not watch over
Hmm. Hmm.

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