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Scents
A walk through the forest dogs lead the way I notice the scent of cigarette smoke mixing with the smell of  wet birch trees It takes me...
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Jul 250 min read
Reality
I stood outside unearthed rearranged I had a time  like no other Die fast, live young was the way of the world Undermined by  twisting...
Jun 81 min read
Nihilistic Public
It’s so weird/Being surrounded by other people/All walking somewhere/But going nowhere/It’s a strange façade, pumping iron till your...
May 271 min read
Another Saturday Night
The crowd mobbed the side of the building. There were Punks, with spiky, colored hair, black leather jackets stained & painted, studs...
Mar 272 min read
Memento Mori
One of these days all our heroes will die We’ll all be left alone without hope of survival  It’s a magical thing this death How it’s an...
Mar 81 min read
Morning Depression
I’m a sucker for pain & punishment. I love to feel my negative feelings because to me it’s all that seems real. Just this morning I...
Feb 282 min read
We hopped along to rhythmic chaos
The stars above the playground shined The swings swung on their own We sat on the slide and slid into oblivion  The music tranquilized...
Feb 121 min read
Thursday, in reverse
I drive home from the open-mike. There aren’t too many cars on the road, so I drive faster than I did on the way there. The drive takes...
Jan 187 min read
Tattoo
Bell says: Sit here on the floor, as he preps the tattoo machine. Â I look at the carpeted floor, which is covered in cigarette burns,...
Jan 23 min read
Dear Shadow
Dear Shadow,  Why must you be so dark? On one side of me the sun shines like a burning mass, and on the other a dark unyielding shape...
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Till Death We Merge
Chapter 1  This is a story about a man who moved into a house by himself   Chapter 2  He had a hard time maintaining this house...
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Haikus
"Hangman Haiku" Â The rope is tied with good intentions I cried for my swinging failures "Untitled Haiku" Â Crucified skinned & blundered...
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Focus
The focal point of a thousand distractions reaps the havoc of the blackest fog  I watch my familiars sitting there as still as a rock a...
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How can I sleep
How can I sleep when I have so much I need to do  How can I sleep when there are so many projects I have left undone  How can I sleep...
Dec 9, 20241 min read
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