Little Miss Runaway

Little miss runaway, What are you doing here with your pink backpack and lunchbox? So far from home Ruining your pretty little shoes from all that walking. Little miss runaway, Why are you running from school? Did someone pinch your ear? Or make fun of your new lunchbox? Did they call you funny names to […]

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Death of The Beautiful Boy

I’m dying I’m dying I’m dying I’m dying This resonates with me It gets harder to compose my thoughts like this I become a scattergun And With every heartbeat I inch closer to my dying day   I’m dying Because nothing makes sense to me anymore I am concussed From taking on one too many […]

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Memories. Do Not Open

It all feels familiar I know all of this with my eyes shut Because I have done this a gazillion times Old habits Dying hard Or not I hold on to the memories tight Someone said it’s because they are they only things that never change While we wizen and wither into nothingness Hmmm If […]

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Lost

I am lost Lost in things other than myself I lost myself in wholes Which were rabbit holes I had dug for myself I consorted with spirits I believed were kindred Alas They were neither kind nor red I am lost In the labyrinth of my mind Escaping the minotaur of my thoughts Crawling on […]

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Grey A love child born out of wedlock to Absolutes Amoral and neutral An inert mixture Of Thoughts and desires and norms and principles and knowledge of good and evil A potpourri of logic and opinion Jostling for relevance An adjucation of light and dark An anti-hero A maledictory protagonist With a sword of justice […]

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Icons are nifty little things aren’t they? Doorways to entire worlds Statements of belief Simply A manifestation of a will to connect Now here’s what happens at the tap of an icon At the tap of an icon Empires rise and fall Civilizations racing to a pinnacle and tumbling down like a dropped ball Changing […]

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The orphan boy Who had no one to look up to Used his own spirit as a buoy He forged his own path in the fierce undertow Of the current of same The orphan boy Who did not belong Did not long To be like his fathers before him To hang onto their coattails A […]

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