spiritual
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Walking the tight rope 1
It’s Monday and as I have a lot of work to do on myself in life and much more, I can see a dimension where all that I’ve built within, crumbles down to the ground. A deep heartbreak—not too far away. I try to walk in a single-file line within…
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my problem is I love to be brokenhearted
Because it seems as if I search for it in everything I create and come in contact with. I know now it’s not for poetry but stems from the pain that dwells within me. Is this sad or life? I no longer seek anything outside of me other than the…
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am I scared?
Do I have a reason to be? Others being scared for me—-scares me. Please stop. I’m more scared of things that have no matter. Not for my life. Away with it for all I care. Gruesome? Maybe. And still I laugh at the stupidity that spills out my mouth. Why…
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Sometimes I miss the lonely tunnels of NYC
I’ve come to realize every city is empty;no matter how many people are in it. LA is just the same and I don’t know if I’d rather be lonely hereor there. Maybe neither. I’d rather be alone in a place where there is no one and not the illusion of…
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The world is burning and I’m in love
The world is burning and I’m in love. What else can I do? I’m in love with the world, those around, and the non-existent. What else can I say? How can I learn not to drown in this illusion of life? I see myself slip-slipping into infinite pools of slumbering…