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Hope can be a cheat, a swindler.So very cunning, that one.She is like the places that jut out up the rock face, beckoning you to keep climbing even though not every place can hold the weight.I knew hope had her ways.Even well prepared, there is always a chance I would succumb.I am human and humans…
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trade. Sometimes we trade solace for sorrowor sorrow for securitysometimes those are all the same thingswallowed whole by the idea of wanting to be wholeto be able to sayoh yes, we are a family nowon the mailed Christmas cardsand in the letters of a new nameto make believe I mended what neither of us were…
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They say they don’t make men the way they used to. But there are a few among us who have the spine of the older generations. They are providers and philosophers. Well read, well seasoned. They know what it means to earn what they have. Men who have felt the edge and brought others to…
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Do not ask how oceans surge or stars die or people leave who swore they wouldn’t and do not ask how you stumbled upon me at just the right moment or how here in this place I have somehow always known that you will claim what has been mine for far too long this bed…
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This is not the kind of thing you’d normally see me post here. However, I am blessed to have people who have been following me for years who actually care about my well-being. I guess the disappearance of my writing pages on IG has caused alarm for long time followers/friends and it felt necessary to…
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When love starts to take on that translucent haze You realize how temporary all the plans you made really were You start to see the future with bare sides, empty hands, steel heart You tell yourself you’ve been here before and it was silly to think you wouldn’t be just in this exact spot again…
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they are merciful and delicate flowersI am a fucking sledgehammer and isn’t it true that most will almost always prefera palm full of soft petalsover a fistful of metal the blood& the bones I cannot comprehend what it must be like to be so limited in depth and dimension, to be so predictablebut I suppose…
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Maybe it would have been easier if I had been ready if I had been more like the ones before And I don’t know if I’ll ever know the feeling of loving anyone as much all those writers profess but I’m here And I won’t leave, falter or crumble ever the blood & the bones
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I’ve learned to smile as if it all came to fruitionevery inclination I was taught to strive forI do want thisbut I also want to yearn for something againI want to feel my insides churn with needing a thing I can’t have so easilyor feeling something I wasn’t made to containI want my fingers to…
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Those nights lying next to you were the worstI watched your back rise and fall in restwhile the rage and humiliationI held inside my neglected bodybuilt and burned and rolled into itselfbecoming something alive and vengefula thing far worse than what was given All day I had waitedI had cooked and cleanedI had loved and…
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The Blood & The Bones 