Things to do on my first date with the girl from poetry class: comment on the weather. go for the kiss – no, too soon. compliment an item of clothing. ask about favorite foods. ask about favorite bands. cat person…
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Lost
I lay the tip of my metaphorical pencil on my metaphorical piece of paper. I know all the lines and all the curves I want to draw, but I can’t seem to bring order to the chaos they have stirred…
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Disabled
Forgive my absence, but I’ve been and continue to be disabled. Fret not, it is temporary and it happens every once in a while. Until I regain functionality, here’s a personally hand-drawn flower. Enjoy!
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By the Time You Read This…
By the time you read this, I might be dead.
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Cornucopia
I woke up today and for some reason, the first word to pop into my mind was ‘cornucopia.’ I wasn’t even sure it was a word, until I looked it up. The cornucopia (from Latin cornu copiae) or horn of…
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Love Bug
A Love Bug bit me the other day, she was an awkward little thing. Now I feel this emptiness inside my chest and I don’t know what to do about it. I went to see a doctor, but all he…
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A Crush
You’ll take every smile they show because of you as an overwhelming victory. Every touch will make you two seem closer than ever. Every glance in your direction will make your heart race and your blood boil. The childlike naïveté…
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Digging Up the Past
There was nothing left for me there. I couldn’t stand there and celebrate the end of everything I had held so dear, it made me sick, so I left and that night I left everything and everyone behind. I didn’t…