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alone at the end of the world

snatches of old songs howl through her head
some sorrowful
some joyous
some reminders of dread
bound by memories
of a life that came to naught… 69 more words



purgatory is killing me. i hate it here. waiting for things to happen but then i’m the type of person that can never be satisfied. I really want to finish my at degree and teach at college level. 601 more words


Terminal Velocity

I watch a perfect spherical drop pass by

On its journey from above to below

I look up at the midnight sky

A lunar halo bids me adieu as I go.

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I can’t remember how to get my thoughts out. I think I lost the shovel somewhere in the back of the dirty, old shed. It’s probably buried under empty canvases, broken light bulbs, hiding in the crevasses of the filthy tarp I use to shield sections of my memory. 123 more words


Do one thing

When I feel good. When my tears don’t threaten to escape my eyes. When my chest doesn’t constrict with every breathe I try to take. My stomach doesn’t drop to my toes. 51 more words


the murky depths of the lake

I wrote the following paragraph in 2012

He had on his hat, a red farmer one his dad never wore, and sunglasses, from the time his mother had cataract surgery. 187 more words

Death gets closer.

A friend of ours is in Valparaiso.  Charles has serious health issues and is being cared for in convalescent center.  In October it was decided that he needed surgery.  376 more words