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Natalee?

She’s dead

So why don’t we focus on the dying living

Instead

Let’s talk about

Zombies Read more »

What Daylight Brings

She’ll shoulder the world because that’s what people expect her to do

Through it all she’ll smile bravely

Gravely weigh the days concerns by how far her shoulders slump Read more »

Poetry Eludes Me

These are the times when Poetry just won’t come to me and I’ll wonder if she ever really loved me…at all. I’ll stall thinking she just needs more time. Her rhyme demands space that I can’t give. She knows I can’t live…without her. So she’ll make me chase her and all attempts to replace her will remind me that she was made just for me. I’d gladly give a rib if it means she’ll never leave again. Even then she won’t feel like I’ve given enough. She’ll call my bluff and demand I give my heart to her and though I typically place it on my sleeve, it feels so much better in her hands. She is…all that I am. Still, she escapes me. Traces me with lyrical outlines often left unfinished. She remains unblemished in my eyes. Blue skies created in her image are all that comfort me. If only she would come to me…Poetry