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new poem
Catholic mourners
collect mass cards
like
trading cards
in cardboard shoe boxes
tucked under beds
Take them out
to play
Survivor Monopoly
live longer than
your enemies.
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I'm broken....
I tell myself I don't believe in things like psychics. I don't believe in "animal communicators". And 22.5 hours each day that is how I feel. Most days, the remaining 1.5 hours per day happen while I'm asleep ( Read more... ) -
The Occasional Expanse of Nothingness
I cry at commercials. At the SPCA commercials showing abused and neglected animals, I have to change the channel or I sob hysterically. I don't watch sad movies because they hit me so strongly.
But tonight I was told that my brother died today, and I feel nothing.
I don't know who he became in the past years, but growing up, he was a sociopath. He ( Read more... ) -
memories of Unkie
Hard to believe it's been 4 years since your death. I've been thinking about you a lot lately and the way you faced those final days ( Read more... ) -
thoughts of Patrick
He was found the day before St. Patrick's day, so they named him Patrick. Patrick is a dog who was starved beyond anything I've ever seen and then put in a garbage bag and dumped down a garbage shoot in New Jersey. And he survived. I don't know how, but he survived and he is recovering. Slowly. And I keep thinking of the person who did that to ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
Starting to think I did it again. I get overly caught up in a thing or a person and over load them. And I can see it happening. So I try to fix it. And I just end up sounding sad and pathetic. Desperate. And I'm not....desperate that is. Sad and pathetic, I am not so sure about today.
Mental Gibbs slap.
Time to take a step back and let people ( Read more... ) -
Why I may walk out of fencing tonight
Venting here instead of on Facebook in hopes of calming down and not starting a war ( Read more... ) -
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At 3 a.m.
I wonder if you're still awake
if I show up
with a bottle
would your lights
be out?
Could Smirnoff replace
what we've lost between us?
alcohol infused romance
Or maybe something
simpler
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A pelvic pretense
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Chivalry and the Desire to Win
As someone who is relatively new to fencing, I have accepted that, in actual competitions, I am going to lose. That’s not to say that it will happen every single time, but, on average, skill and experience are going to win out. As a chivalrous fencer and an eager student, I enjoy each match for the experience and I’d rather lose to someone from ( Read more... ) -
Karma
Karma seems to be coming up in my life a lot lately. And during a recent conversation, a friend provided me with a definition of karma that really makes a lot of sense ( Read more... )