I can’t give up my joy 

The people who surrounded me 

With bad intentions 

Couldn’t hold up the charade that they felt joy when I succeeded 

Are deleted, blocked , ignored

I’ll never see them across my screen , my mind, in my sight

Because once I know we’re not aligned 

What’s the purpose of having you near?

So you can rejoice?

About me stubbing my toe 

About me getti...

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"Take those clothes off, you smell of outside". She quipped

A perplexing concept; an ineffable part of everyday life clinging to our clothes.

Clinging to our very beings. 

From that first life affirming breath as we step out to conquer the day - in hopes of slaying invisible beasts, to the soft caress of the morning dew on bare skin. 
Then comes the rustling of evergreen leaves, graduall...

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Take a step 

Fall back let the situation rise to its climax

If im going to see death i want to hold her hand and walk off into the sunset 

We stop by to see sleep around the corner 

I got left on sleep front door homeless

Woke up a brand new owner 

New life new pain and new steps to becoming better

Walking into the sunset till it set fire

Transforming my personality till it...

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The leaves of the tree

Behind the house of glass are falling

With each step of the wind

They liberate themselves from the branches

From the complexity of the connections

Connection of the root with the trunk

Of the trunk with the branches

Of the branches with the leaves

The leaves liberated themselves

From the connections

From the dependence

The leaves of the ...

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A lonely boy in a sea of lonely nights 

in that last hour of the day

capturing words he wishes he had said

writing them down

so they’re out of his head

Music fills the air

soothing the tension

lessening the cares

Take a trip to the other side: 

what makes the other person tick,

what makes them come alive,

what’s in their head they’re trying to hide

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Bipolar one disorder. I did not flinch. Warm and genuine, I liked him right away.

Open mike night. He played guitar. Part of the regular crowd. I had seen him many times, always with a   smile.

Beer was good and we talked over the music. It was only our second meeting, yet the conversation flowed   with ease. Relaxed and natural.

Been a lawyer he had. But not the "good kind" and he gave m...

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