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the Periodic Writer

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

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Love

I can be in love, and on guard, there are no rules.

a title Fit For perfectionists.

Tend to obsess, it's what I do. Those who rhyme will get that too. It doesn't matter what or who, is my project when I'm due. I'll untether myself from you, but dizzy dreams that follow suit reveal shadows of... Continue Reading →

Writing for Keeps

It's when I'm quiet you should worry. If your effect still finds pulse in this quill, then there's a chance I'll keep you with me.

Redirect then Repeat

Camp is complete, but it still needs to strike a match that kindling feeds. Warm turns to burn, am I too close? Perhaps remained some unexposed? Wind swoops in and swallows smoke. Content until shivers take hold. It redirects rushed... Continue Reading →

Escaping Our Forecast

Faint rain paints a scene like an old movie screen. I stare in half expecting the lights to dim. So I sit, and watch scenes play out on a whim. I've been the star in shows played out times ago.... Continue Reading →

Own the Fall.

Why do you teeter between weakness and strength? Your worth is not defined by another's grace. The view on the way could feature a dream state, but the wake of the wind reveals risk of day. Never wait for the cliffs... Continue Reading →

Contradictions of Caring

Will you release me, dopamine? Can you tether me no longer? For the Cloud Nine times you bring are just promising reminders. You can fire the nerves with others. Like them, deny their void in you. Why not rather treat... Continue Reading →

Weightless

Maybe I'll discover my destined life in death, I cannot wait     to learn if I chose the right path. In the end, I'll be happy  I charged the trail alone, rather      than risk the walk with a weight  too great to overcome.... 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 →

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