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Originally posted on Daffniblog: Day two: headache. Day four hundred and something: Missed post. I thought it might keep me up all night, missing a day of writing, but this headache is putting me under. I try not to move too much or too fast. Or think too much. But this brain can’t not think.… Read more
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A.R. Minhas The waters re-appear Drowning imagination in salty froth As the world strangles his neck, he felt his teeth fall, Below the abyss of the waking world— like notes from the past Images left on the canvas “Don’t paint them again!” I wander now on the boat made of rubber tires Using broken hands… Read more
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Originally posted on tales of the restless: I try to make myself feel alright, but it leaves me feeling empty. I’m full of holes I fill with faded visions and imaginary conversations; the things that come to haunt me in the short hours between one day and the next. I think I’m awake, but I’m… Read more
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Originally posted on Poetry Out West: “Who gives a fuck anyway? This makes no sense at all to anyone with amnesia” JD Butler? Give me a .50 calibre assault weapon & I’ll show you how it’s done properly! * I’m from New Zealand & I can still marvel at the Milky Way, navigate my eyes… Read more
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Originally posted on The Writings of Jasper Kerkau: I see her from a distance. Her beauty touches me; I leer at her soft curves, following the fabric of her blouse as it cups her breasts, exposing the pang that is buried deep in my heart. She possesses magic, entranced I watch her laugh, tilting her… Read more
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Originally posted on Inked Thoughts and Midnight Monologues: Abstractions of the most peculiar kind. The conversation of the moonlight and the midnight cloud bursts. Fragmented realities. The silk of our tongues. Words like wounds and words like painkillers. We own this entire papertown. The other ones may fade away or sink into the depths and… Read more
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Originally posted on dandeliongirl01: ? She’s eternal summer amongst snow, a blue line pulsing somewhere below skin; if she tipped her head back a little more, offered her neck, you’d see it. The animal’s claim her and she’s all ocean in her walk, but to him she’s sparks and nebula, the evening star maybe. And… Read more
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Originally posted on Daffniblog: The lions are outside purring with their paws to the moon. I rub their bellies and nuzzle their mane’s before drifting off into childhood. I see pop rocks and feel the fear of swallowing them with soda. Then comes the fear of swallowing an apple seed and the threat of a… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 