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February 7, 2015. Mdash; 2 Comments. It hurts more than expected. I feel like I’m drowning. My mind is disconnected. My heart is pounding. The constant crying…. I’d rather be dying. But I’m really trying…. Laquo; Previous Post. Next Post ». I love the optimism hiding beneath the pain of your poetry. Liked by 1 person. Liked by 1 person. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). On late night comparisons. Wish I...
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January 14, 2015. Mdash; Leave a comment. Walls are surrounding me. 8230;Closing me in. Making me believe i’ll never be free,. And I’ll never be able to breathe again. Freedom. I miss you dearly. I need to get out. I can’t stay. I can’t even see clearly! I ache to be free today. I’m sorry I made another mistake. I’m trying so hard! What will it take. For me to be free. And going insane,. Locked in a tiny bin. This pain isn’t humane. You’ll never understand. What I feel when I’m free,. I can actually be me.
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You deserve better- short, but to the point. February 7, 2015. Mdash; 2 Comments. Even if it’s not with me…. You don’t need my sadness. So I’m setting you free. Laquo; Previous Post. Next Post ». So happy to see you’re still writing. I hope some of my current blogging students are showing you some love! Liked by 1 person. Yes they are thank you very much! Liked by 1 person. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Neither Dead Nor Dying.
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February 12, 2015. Mdash; 1 Comment. So much hatred hiding behind your lovely eyes. Slowly being revealed with such beautiful lies. Your touch was dangerously careless. I forgot how to be fearless. So much hidden hatred. Your lips soft, your kisses sweet. Soon I tasted my own defeat. Hate revealed by beautiful. You became a new hope. You’re understanding, and patient. Even when my mind is nothing but vacant. You helped me breathe. Finally, Finally I am free. February 7, 2015. Mdash; 2 Comments. On I know...
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A Letter To My Future Love. January 14, 2015. Mdash; Leave a comment. UPDATED(1-12-15) The Great Sacrifice (* * ) (Yet another work in progress. Be warned this is a rather odd piece.). January 8, 2015. Mdash; 1 Comment. I remember feeling so uneasy, it was as if I could just feel. 8220;Um. There are other stalls you can use. I’m almost done in here…” I managed to say. 8220;I’m just here to make sure you make it to the assembly at some point today.” The teacher harshly replied. 8220;What the…”. 8220;Uhg&#...
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February 7, 2015. Mdash; 2 Comments. It hurts more than expected. I feel like I’m drowning. My mind is disconnected. My heart is pounding. The constant crying…. I’d rather be dying. But I’m really trying…. Laquo; Previous Post. Next Post ». I love the optimism hiding beneath the pain of your poetry. Liked by 1 person. Liked by 1 person. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). On late night comparisons. Wish I...
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An accounting of life . . . in verse. I’m not an accomplished writer. I don’t travel the world at whim. I refuse to talk about myself in the third person. I’ve never mountain climbed, canoed the Amazon, or shot a world class photograph while taking a smoke break astride a vintage Moto Guzzi café racer somewhere just outside of Paris. If you’re looking for that hero, keep surfing: you’ll find him several times in the next ten minutes or so. Welcome, my name is Lee. Feel free to introduce yourself. Thank y...
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December 19, 2014. Mdash; 1 Comment. You told me to change. And that very December,. I didHmm.How strange. I was perfectly fine. Long before you ever. Became. “mine”…. You made me think. The most awful things. You made my soul shrink. Your words.Tiny stings. I lie and pretend. With a smile so fake. Silently awaiting my end. And soon the day came. It was the hardest thing ever,. And I felt so much shame. Never should have said “Forever.”. December 12, 2014. Mdash; Leave a comment. I section myself away.
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January 14, 2015. Mdash; Leave a comment. I could’ve had it all,. But like a fool,. I let it all fall. Now I’m losing my cool. Aching to be free. I feel so scared. I wish I wasn’t me. For this loneliness I was unprepared. I hate feeling trapped. It’s killing me. I ache to be set free. Days are longer,. And I’m very weak. This sadness grows stronger. Should’ve known I’d always be a freak. I am so drained. Life is no longer filled with thrills. I have become chained. Laquo; Previous Post. Next Post ».
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I made a mistake. January 14, 2015. Mdash; Leave a comment. Feeling like a disgrace. Can’t make mistakes,. You’ll lose it all. One mistake is all it takes,. And any freedom will fall. The trust is lost,. It’s all my fault. Never thought of the cost. My life quickly came to a halt. I know I’m a mess,. And I do dumb things,. But I must confess. I miss being able to spread my wings. I’m more ashamed. Than you’ll ever know. This isn’t where I aimed,. And I feel so dang low. Laquo; Previous Post. A space for ...