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Posts Tagged recovery

Testing Chairs

Confessions

from you create soft

pain, stick me

on gray streets

with orange guns, staring at

me and killing me.

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My Spirit Gets Lost in the Dark at Times

And in that

morning, sleep crawls on 

pieces of 

flesh, blisters

happiness, falsifies death

of dark depression

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Today, During Meditation, I Slept a Bit

Crawl under

skin hiding cupcakes,

make frosted

tempers stop.

Blazing sun arises to

dark, lost souls. Looking.

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Etude 2017-15 — One Night in Cincinnati in 1982

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Etude 2017-13 — The Screams of My Failures

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This Is a Career, Son

Mister Jones,

is he in the room,

under woods,

on the line?

No, he’s killing me, boarding

my soul with cheap fire.

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Etude 2017-11 — I’m Looking for the Monster, but He Hides So Well

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Etude 2017-10 — The Suffering Was Real but We’re Here

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Etude 2017-9 — What the Dog Thought He Ate for Dinner

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On Tuesday, Meditation Did Big Things to Me

Some days, I’m

healed, craving deep,

frozen time,

holding this

now, wishing for old friends, but

they’re gone, so I sit.

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