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the Periodic Writer

I stole all of the words, but the thoughts are original.

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Love

A Cup you can Count on

It's deliberate not to take it black today. I've learned from you to drink it this way, though I didn't want to give that away. So a touch of cream upholds my charade. I let you talk as I love... Continue Reading →

An Ode to Love, not anyone.

It's likely I'll love you more than any other admirer has. Does it scare or make you refrain? or serenade you for my hand? I belt it out with fierce belief, like a girl before any grief. I will not... Continue Reading →

Find your Peace First

Hardest lesson in love isn't that there is one, but many to choose from.

Timing is Everywhere. Is it time to drop the anchor down? I've seen what fun lies floating around. Sailors look on, as I cast to the abyss. Stare until swallowed, sinking all would-haves with. The boat still rocks, but the... Continue Reading →

Glad I Kept You.

Time moves me and I forget, until I fall on things you left. I tried hiding each around to make them hard to narrow down. But spot a bottle you helped dry, it's almost sad I didn't cry. I should... Continue Reading →

To Unmarked Memories

I affected, I know; from the ripples receding after it's poured, to smoke twists and turns of candle's embered burn. I affected, I know; from the lay in the covers after a night, to the hushed alarm sound, snoozed just this last time. I... Continue Reading →

Beyond the Balsam Beguiling

Mist greets my cheeks, spirit full in a body weak. In this moment of rebirth, I sink closer to the earth. Fine cuts nearly forgotten from familiar firs once lost in. But those little daggers damage, leaving scars that never vanish. Sunlight treats every inch the same,... Continue Reading →

Choosing Myself, For You…

I pleased you, so you would love me. I should have known then. It's but a cycle, set to repeat, only easier on the receiving end. How cruel to decide between loving and love! Is it possible to reject, spare us all from the above?... Continue Reading →

Reality in Routine, but Pause for Sanity

Rock your favorite chair to the same place it was, while blades rotate in circular rhythm above. Movies in queue repeat lines you recognize, comfort in knowing the end is realized. Same laughs always sound to signal neighbors underground. Quiet hours come after, when sleep for all... Continue Reading →

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