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  • Writing Craft

    Writing Craft

    I can’t quite express with all due respect this feeling I get when I crawl inside and begin to write. I hope not to bore you my euphoric joy lasting adequately enough in order to get everything out. Words to me matter much simple or otherwise. Each syllable or subtle rhyme mixed and gathered put…

  • Intrinsic

    Intrinsic

    There aren’t many people who could match my intensity, it’s been easy loving you. A better part of me fell over and landed upside down that piece mixed with you. There are laws of attraction you intrinsically make us love, by asking without questions, it’s something in your eyes, the way you look so colorful.…

  • Questions First

    Questions First

    Getting to the stairwell the rain threatens to strike us all, even if it hasn’t actually touched us yet we’re ready for its downpour. I can feel you squeezing pulling me into a crevice. Questions come because the sky is so dark I am all out of breath, it’s hard to answer when I’m staring…

  • The Trees Without Leaves

    The Trees Without Leaves

    Beneath a night of mostly cold skies, I turned to face the girl and gave the look. She knew exactly what I wanted coming from her against this frigid night. We were standing near trees without leaves, freezing. She puts her hands in my pockets, smiled. The three layers mean’t I wouldn’t feel her attempt…

  • Mercy My Brother

    Mercy My Brother

    The new steps take hold of me. I stand here in front of you, you listen from behind your door. Crying on this side of mercy do you promise you’ll pray with me? I promise I’ve been praying since the start, since we were set free from brutal hands. The harsh air consumed my voice,…