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Poetics cool out of the rafters. Surviving the Struggle to Success. He started Writing, The paper started speaking. Poetics cool out of the rafters. What goes in must come out! Surviving the Struggle to Success. get the fuck up, dust yourself off, and keep pushing forward.

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This site is about poems that i wrote. With the pain i carry in my heart. With the blunder of yours,. A false prophecy lies ahead,. Soothing words wont help now,. Sighing cries of the child,. Alone in the dark,. Only the echoes of the dead,. Wishpering from the dark,. A mysterious catastrophe awaits you,. Silence wont last long,. This is the beginning,. When the whole damm system,.

The end came as a surprise, though perhaps it should not have. It was kind of like learning about breathing from a book. In the dark I felt her hand on my chest. The sky was colorful and cloudless as the.

A collection of short stories and poems written by yours truly. Diams; October 1, 2013. May the Lord watch between me and thee while. We are apart one from another. If only he could go somewhere where I could go. Not deeper into alone, for if the dead float then. I could still reach him. But in order to enter the. River I must learn to swim he was always a. Natural at that while I was consumed with fear. Maybe God would let me unravel the stitches.

Yet the linger of our patchouli rings. Again you ask, once more for my neck. And I as your whore consider it. Breath reserved to cover our seed. Bourn, a succulence so rapturous. As to be declared indecent. A gaggle of morning moanings. That the neighbors had coveted. Punishing the unwitting likes of you. Too long lain with snakes. In the way of our elders.

If little by little you stop loving me. I shall stop loving you. If suddenly you forget me. Do not look for me. For I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life. And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots.