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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: An old friend visited tonight. They said they’d never really left. They were here to stay a while but this time I wasn’t allowed to lock them in a room and lose the key (or bury or throw it from the top window), or they would sue me; which… Read more
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Originally posted on samantha lucero: 12 hours ago ? He’d raised the toy up to eye level and inspected its cylindrical shape and strange writing and holographic paper stuck around the circle of its body with one eye squinted. He’d turned around the noisy confetti in the kaleidoscope and peered through himself first to test… Read more
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Originally posted on Inked Thoughts and Midnight Monologues: Words like condensed crystals in the hidden crevices of glaciers waiting for yet another avalanche. There’s caramel coating and space dust in our mouths and yet, all that comes out of it is bullshit. Smelling the daisies at night time, my blurry self regains the lost throne… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: i’m unhurt here; deeply wrapped inside this ill-starred cell. chaste of catching time in its seeping hoards that worm, or unpolluted by the lightless nature of breath in my anemic boat i can oar inside this fervid pulse where i’m electrically prolonged inside that silky wave the wistful scene… Read more
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Originally posted on Poesy plus Polemics: It is with deep regret that I to have to announce the sudden passing of my father Paul Lenzi. He was the cornerstone of our family and will be missed dearly. He began this blog as a creative outlet and as a way of sharing his poetry. He never… Read more
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Originally posted on Inked Thoughts and Midnight Monologues: ? This sombre rain and the absence of you. Sacrilege and a Godless universe. How sleep visits slowly, like baby steps. Today is a paper plane, heading elsewhere. Each day caresses like a lover and then dies in my arms, once and for all. The battle that… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: You won’t appreciate the night until it rips you awake late in the afternoon; until it forces you to stare down the cold yellow sun. Then you’ll know the day-walking ghosts—the ones who fraternize amongst parkland rose beds, unaware that their garden tea has aged one hundred plus years.… Read more
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Originally posted on samantha lucero: ? TRAILER PARK To a child all things rise. Mother rises in the morning when the sun rises. The moon rises and mom and baby go to sleep. Miranda would rise to feed him. The dead girls name was Miranda and she never rose today, and baby Mikey wondered why… Read more
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Originally posted on Daffniblog: I walk around the house in a bath robe mumbling dates and flickering through memories of us. The times we were apart and the times we were together. The way I would make the others do the things I love about him. I kiss the future and pray she’ll be there… Read more
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