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Without End

without end
this thing
this thing
i can’t describe
lost in purgatory
mental
everywhere and
nowhere at all.
this thing
this thing
that guts me… 126 more words

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Tired tonight
I have had enough
No longer does the parade of dreams
keep the nightmare of truth from my eyes.
Sex haunts my forgotten senses as I recount them all, 135 more words

Poet

find what you love and let it kill you

my dear,
find what you love and let it kill you.
let it drain you of your all. let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.

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Caught Between

So you want to be a writer?

“if it doesn’t come bursting out of you

in spite of everything,

don’t do it.

unless it comes unasked out of your

heart and your mind and your mouth… 584 more words

Writing

New Poetry

The latest book by Martina Reisz Newberry is Where it Goes.

Albino Carillo said this about Where it Goes:

As a poet Newberry crafts lines of hot, personal intensities. 412 more words

This is you

This is non-poem poem. I don’t know anything about poetry technically. I did in year eleven. I knew all about stanzas and beat and all of that crap. 200 more words

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Ham on Rye - Bukowski

I’ve been trying to finish Bukowski’s Ham on Rye for a number of months. It’s not a long book, it’s not even a bad book, but I’d put it down for anything. 120 more words

Books