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You ever find yourself sitting in a seminar where your mind gets to churning and you start to think, This sounds too good to be true, in fact… it feels a little cult-y. These people wanna know my why and I’m not sharing. My why is for me, I don’t owe anyone my life story.

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Sometimes I feel like if I write enough stories I can write myself alive. Write myself a life. Right myself for life.

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Write for Me

I’ve never been one for plotting outlines or charting character arcs. I’m a writer, not a planner, which, ironically, is my poetry and my pain-point.

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Do you have a study? Someplace you go to work on words?

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Sometimes the mind
moves faster

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Would you lay
in bed with me on a
lazy Sunday morning

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Face My Face

I need to go to the mirror
and look at myself

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Witness Me Tenderly

I’m feeling waves of heavy emotions today. It’s day 3 of my period and I am struggling. I am immensely sad. I feel exhausted. I have no appetite. I forced myself to eat oatmeal this morning. Half a cup and it took me over an hour.

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Reclaiming My Time

The thing about you is everything is always about you.

I refuse to be tasked with helping you hold on to your sanity

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To Start

Sensual words

poured slowly

from her lips

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It’s the feeling I miss the most

the vulnerability of

earthquake and rain

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Watch Me

I’m no longer his disciple

I’m Master now

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Perplexed by the paralysis

of my tongue,

I want him pinned down,


and bound

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Writer’s Eye

I’m an observer,

but I’m not judging

Show me

your darkness,

your deviant,

your divine

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I shower at night

to prepare for our sins

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Throbbing Veins & Belongings

It’s a quiet Sunday morning. The sun plunges in through the window, painting glow worms on your back. Shadows shift with your body, which jerks as you beat eggs. My eyes walk the teeth-marked train tracks trailing from the nape of your neck to your right shoulder.

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All I need

is a little taste

A shot

to the eyeball

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Fuck with Sense

Meaningless sex doesn’t appeal to me

Sex for the sake of motion

Without emotion

Faked orgasms

Or worse, orgasms faintly felt.

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Everyone likes to feel

thought of

be the target of

earthquake glances

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