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Splendiferous Easter Sunday

Always in Heaven
Because there is no Hell.

Please don’t listen
To the Stories
Of Men Whom Fell.

Poetry

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Sometimes all that’s left is sadness.

It’s night. I look over all that I haven’t accomplished and all my failures. It weighs on me. I am weary.   76 more words

2017

On Love

When the end of my days arrives,
I will say whom I love most….

I will willingly whoosh free
And whisper it through the celestial waves… 191 more words

Poetry

Circumnavigation of America's Psyche

Lack of a shared romance
Shirked by not mistresses
A few friends startle me with their…

listlessness
I do hate this place

Aching like a breaking… 284 more words

Poetry

With Love

Welcome all to the cosmic plane,
of space, time, and consciousness

As we coalesce peacefully,
as we undulate within ubiquity,
and within the ethereal
unlimited powers of gods and goddesses, 21 more words

Poetry

Cupid's Question

Let people appreciate you
for how inspirational you are.

I know it’s hard.
It’s hard for me, too.
But that’s what we do for our friends, right? 49 more words

Poetry

Beginning Again

Oftentimes, fate allows for constant smiles
I communed with the sunrise this morning

It was neither beautiful nor transcendent

I am sick of being the only person tethered to my reality… 57 more words

Poetry