December 2011
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It has no acquired taste just the smell wakes you up, the smooth and exciting full-bodied flavor makes you drink it down undoctored with no reservations just uninhibited gulps tipping the still-hot mug back last drop lingering before swallowing away the warmth and forgetting again what it tasted like.
Tastes better than the first time it boiled over and second-degree burns put you off it for a...
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“You fucked her while my pictures were still on your walls.”
That’s what I wrote the night I found out what you did. The day you took four and a half years of my trust and my patience, soiled it with alochol-soaked lies, laid her down on it and fucked her where you held me just the night before. Held me as silent tears became sobs rolling off my nose and chin into that same sheet you...
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Train of Thought: A Letter
I try so hard to hate the smell of cigarettes. The flick of a lighter is so familiar to my ears, I feel as if I’m going to turn and see you there with your pack of red Capris. I remember your laugh and the crooked smile that worked its way to the edges of your mouth before you could make it to the punch-line of a crude joke. I remember the way your eyes crinkled at the...
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at times i feel as empty and blank as the pages beneath my pretty new pen.
the crisp paper begs for just a peck from its ballpoint lips, a taste of ink scrawled thoughtfully into truth.
i want to dream dreams of travel coffeeshops and open mic meeting strangers falling in love
dreams held behind the cap of my pen and out of reach by learned habits of paying rent independence and wishes...