Cole was out sick first of the week and didn’t catch the homework assignment posted on the day he went back, but did get for the two days he missed. Teacher gets a tude today when he turned in the make-up work but not yesterday’s assignment; wants to know how he thinks he’s going to [...]
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So tired of people…
Screaming for love
When there’s no love
In them
Crying foul
When they cheat
At every turn
Pointing a finger
Casting the
Blame
Refusing to take
Responsibility
For actions all
Their own
Refusing or
Unable
A sure sign
Of the true
Make-up
Is it any
Wonder
I chose this
Path of
Darkness
Blinded by the
Light
When true colors
Are revealed
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Temperamental artists – you know the type; always questioning their existence, love and life. The pain an illusion of course, but feeling very real at the time; so as to send them on a downward spiral, landing in the bowels of darkness; where they wallow; searching a single ray of light.
Always fun to look at; [...]
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They’re teaching it in school; every single day, what we must do to change, change, change!
Change your ways now – save the planet tomorrow, or be sorry when you grow up! Shifting focus; no more fear of God, like when I was growing up, but fear of pollution, global warming, total inhalation of the world [...]
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Twenty minute line at Starbucks is how the day started; not waiting was not an option.
Walk in the department store, two minutes to twelve, store clerk stops me short, “You can’t be in here ma’am, we’re not open.” Surely she couldn’t be talking to me, “Ah, excuse me, but the doors open, I just walked [...]
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He waits in silent darkness for to her to come to him; one eye always open, ready to pounce at any given moment. She stealthy steals through the night, avoiding certain areas; sometimes sitting in one place for hours, just so as not to wake him. He alludes to what he wants; she feigns ignorance [...]
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Putrid pink walls
Disgusting dirty floor
Running behind schedule
My time too valuable
For this
Her cold hands
On my breast
Pain and discomfort
Stops to examine closely
My tattoos
Four films later
I sit alone
Waiting for radiologist
Whose running way late
Fuck him
I’m so sorry
Ultrasound is necessary
They see something
Need a closer look
[...]
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It started out as an “oh, by the way,” and ended in mild confrontation. Her doctor having suggested she start weaning herself from her medication; mothers little helpers that alter the chemicals in her brain and make her happy; even when she’s not; a dose taken daily, sometimes twice, for four long, numb years.
Fuck weaning…she [...]
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Selling our souls or peddling our wares; responding in kind to people we don’t know; transforming snippets of poetic lyric left in their comments into one more album or book sold; when in truth these songs and stories stand on their own.
I know where he’s going, I saw him clearly; strolling the road paved with [...]
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