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I Lost You

You, Had made me feel free. Like that one time, When I wanted nothing more than to jump into the ocean. Remember? I had a fear of sharks and jellyfish. You held my hand and ran with me. Let me … Continue reading

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It’s Yours, huh?

It’s yours, huh? For two and a half years, Blood, sweat, and tears, I have picked through the wreckage. A pilgrimage Into the seedy underbelly closet Of your neglect. I shipwrecked myself on your criticisms. Got lost trying to find … Continue reading

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The Strange Fiction of Friday Phrases

She fell broken from its grasp. Her life extinguished like a candle's light against a sudden breeze. The Beast was fed, yet unsatisfied. #FP — ZedZeddicus (@Zedzeddicus) September 11, 2015 This week’s participation in the Friday Phrases (#FP) event found … Continue reading

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5 Minute Non-Stop – The Godless God People

Don’t tell me about God’s people when pointing to the many reflections and copies of yourself. Don’t tell me about God’s people when pointing to a romanticized Israel – ignoring the fact that she is pagan, atheist, and racist. Don’t … Continue reading

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Fortress Runaways

His love Wrote black and blue poems Across my skin. Made everything I did A sin. Convinced me to believe That I was dirty. So I ran. It took years to finally realize When I ran away I left a … Continue reading

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5 Minute Non-Stop: Going Home

The aroma of vanilla and whiskey danced heavy in the air greeting each passerby with a sense of comfort and a promise of hope. Strangers haunted suddenly by fond memories of home cooked meals and time shared with loved ones. … Continue reading

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Bedsheets and Canyons: Stage Fright and Opening Songs – The Reason for this Place

I know these bedsheets can’t hide my canyons, Like I know that the flatlines of this silence Will never cover the peaks of all this static. Like I know you’ll never hear the high pitch hum That robs me of … Continue reading

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