i waited for him, in the back alleys of my mind, my fantasy, my biology. "time's a tick'n" said the mother goose, arms crossed, foot tapping. writing style changed drastically after but one night of '100 yrs of solitude'. she loves his run on sentences, but not her desire, now, to alert her mother(goose)to the notion that this daughter has ( Read more... )

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Came home from a weekend at dad's. An hour ago. Collected my messages, picked up my old habits where i'd left them off, switched mindsets as did I clothing. Pajamas...if that makes any sense. They don't. My father is a creative genius. If only the switch weren't necessary. It is. For the most part of my time with him, I sit, and listen. He likes ( Read more... )

Knew only a few lows...in theory ( Read more... )

"Underneath the bridge ( Read more... )

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Most thoughts readied for expression in however many seconds, days or years ( Read more... )

I don't know why I feel this way...
I'll forget soon; the one thing they argue to be elemental 2--> 'look(ing)on the bright side of life'...as i feel IT coming again.
'it'.
'I'<---why do I even bother capitalizing you. no more ( Read more... )

Reaching out to every omnipotence available.

In waiting, for a purpose
to be given, realized, or the need of -forgotten

As patiently as desperation will allow.

The wait that will become the aggregate of my existence.

Doubting the relativity of said mortality,
As, in such shoes I have not tread.