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Category: Prose
Shoeboxes
Sentiment- underneath my bed where fragmented feelings reside, overflowing with the memories once harbored, now washed away; I bid their comfort: goodbye.
Cliffy’s Cutting Close To The Power Line
Listening to cliffy “When did life become so sad?” And I didn’t know that other people could answer so mournfully So so quietly she whispers: “I don’t know” It’s a plea, “I don’t know” but I can’t help her. “I don’t know.” Isn’t that just the saddest thing?
Telephone poles
Driving past telephone poles We chat in the car Questions arise “Who am I?” I whisper And in return: I’m just a kid too scared to live in the real world I’m just a kid too scared to live in the real world I’m just a kid Live in the real world Real world Real … Continue reading Telephone poles
Love
When we are young we use the word recklessly Using it to fill in all of our facades Allowing it to stick like mortar to our ligaments and bones We love pets and toys and relatives alike We grow old and it takes on new meanings But has it never occurred that we could use … Continue reading Love