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I am in the darkest piece of the path, dodging knotted roots and fallen limbs in the depths of a desolate forest. I have strayed some and I have fallen but I always get back up even if it means only crawling and I never give up fighting and I never give up hope. I…
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Late night Monday thoughts … I want to live way out in the country where no one can see.. Where I can grow things. And find freedom that eludes me in the ever tightening circles. Where the stars are not dimmed by street lights. And the crickets all sing lullabies like they were written just…
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they think I don’t know I’m not the only one who ever held hands in their betrayalcatching little liesbut never revealing anythingI am not naivebut it felt goodIt feels so fucking goodand trauma will make you believe that feeling anything, even sin, is coping… the blood& the bones
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• Sometimes when I can’t write I go back through pieces I started and never finished or old even journal entries.. Like this one. ….. He is lying there. His stomach pressed flat onto the bed. His breathing steady. He is at peace. I’m not sure how long this will last. Or when my hand…
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I wish to be like the moon. For she is constant. Even in the darkest night, she never fails me. I can search for her in the black blanket of space and somewhere, some part of her is holding on waiting for me to remember her. And every time my eyes find her, I am…
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in tragedywe are no differentin the absenceof all other viable actionno matter our beliefswe fall to our kneeswe begwe pleadwe pray the blood& the bones
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I write because it feels good but also because I have to. It’s like cutting… bloodletting but without the actual violence and subsequent mess. And I never actually care if people like it. I mean, I hope that it helps people. It certainly does make a difference when it resonates with others. That is a…
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There are some things even I can’t write about… things that have ripped my soul from me or continue to gnaw at the few tendons of strength and resolve that hold on. I feel them snapping one by one. And I am looking to God. Begging him for miracles every day. She deserves better than…
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• it has become too loud againand so I runI run to where it feels like hometo know the ever open embraceof Mother Earthshedding the weightat the gatesgoing in alonethe ground presses upagainst my feetcradling mepulling me forwardas the curtain slowly closesthe deeper I godrawing in the sounds of the worldfading outmoving onwhen I cannotwhen…
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I loved youI let you gojust like they saywe are supposed to dowhen someone wantsto be freeso, if you are surethat you will neverreturncould you pleasepleaselet go of me? the blood& the bones
The Blood & The Bones 