He fought cancer all alone and won the battle, at the tender age of twenty-one. He never knew who his real father was, and refused to bond with the string of husbands he watched his mother marry and divorce. He did a five year stint in Leavenworth Penitentiary, for a crime that he swears he [...]
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It was the day I had anticipated, even before the surgery; the day I would come out of my cast and take my life back. Having spent two weeks locked within the confines of my own walls, seeing the outside world through limited squares of glass; the same view each day, changing significantly given the [...]
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If I hadn’t
Loved him
So
Much
My loathing
Wouldn’t run
So
Deep
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She doesn’t seek his memory, it just comes creeping; and when it does, that’s all there is.
Its nothing to do with fear or inspiration; building a fan base that was there long before he was; or anything at all for matter of fact. For who would dream of seeking such hurt.
Its simply a means of [...]
Filed in Through my Eyes, prose, the hyena No Responses yet
With old patterns faltering in the wake of time, serving him less and less; desperation creeps, then slowly sets in.
Searching for something real to cling to; in a world of illusion and cheap parlor tricks; of which he created and has always dwelled.
Better to be an imaginary somebody, than a real no body; his platform, [...]
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He could see how tired she was, that day he happened upon her alone in the café; and though he purposely took his thoughts elsewhere, ignoring her completely, he knew from her body language that he’d once known so well, there was something amiss; and he couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in [...]
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He uses them for everything
They often don’t mean anything
He leaves them with nothing
Varying degrees of his
Needs or wants
Determine the depth
He is forced to
Or willing
To go
Gluttony being his
Favored sin
He feasts upon
Their emotional
Need
Savoring the flavor
Of collective fear
Seasoned lightly
With his own
Desire but a word
Ecstasy a button
Easily pushed
With a pressured curve
The same spot every time
No matter the shape
The age
The [...]
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I feared the words
He spoke were truth
Of me
About me
In spite of me
Because
He knew me
Because
I let him
Because
I wanted him to
Like none other
Before or after
Deeper
Better
To the core
Then left to wonder
If he knew me
At all
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She waits
Wonders
Pines
For love lost
Just as we
All did
The same
Love
The same
Lies
Differing his pain
His troubled past
To fit each
Woman
And circumstance
Depending
On what he
Needed
Or knew he could
Take from them
I offered up the
Group of support
Gathered in the
Wings
Patiently waiting
For her to
Walk off the
Stage
She isn’t yet
Ready
Still believing
He is
Who he
Says
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