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To Be A Better Man
I know I’m not going to meet Adam Lambert. Between being bipolar and agoraphobic, plus suffering from PTSD and panic attacks, the deck is stacked against me; I simply can’t tolerate being in a crowd,...
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Beauty Reminds
Curling deep inside the slick, sour feeling the fear that eyes may meet and turn away Beauty reminds haunts, mocks without a word, a thought or wincing glance It is a mirror that rejects all unworthy...
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As Ashes Scatter
Pure embrace of marrow dust as time toils on into the dark and yet some shape still remains as longer shadows gather Two-as-one they wait forgotten lost in groaning dusk until a wind defines again this...
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Arrhythmia
Struggles slow as the lure of the silence grows echoes in tired veins grows louder than all other rhythmic beats I know this pain this whisper of an end to pain for it thrums in me as in you Yet I want...
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Canticle I
If so few truly know and understand me even those I’ve shared so much with for so long then surely the fault is mine Yet it is in my nature forged by those who first worked this clay to conceal, hide,...
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Gordian Knots: My Parents, My Abusers
My parents. My abusers. They both formed me into who and what I am. To heal, I need to understand them. This is how I feel I need to proceed; your path to healing may or may not be similar to mine....
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Beauty Reminds
Curling deep inside the slick, sour feeling the fear that eyes may meet and turn away Beauty reminds haunts, mocks without a word, a thought or wincing glance It is a mirror that rejects all unworthy...
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