Tag: depression
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Stolen
These aren’t my thoughts and dreams. I catalog a list of sins and hopes in blood that isn’t mine, spilled ink to paint every page of my life. They scream through me and I cannot harness, cannot tame, cannot rein them in enough to make their syllables legible, to make their horrors sound enough to…
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Don’t Talk
I don’t talk about it; I like to talk about it, I’d like to talk about it, but I don’t talk about it. I don’t talk about it because of the look on everyone’s face. The look that means disappointment. The look that means judgment. The look that means stop. The look that means less…
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Who Needs To Be Revived
It is spring that revives, even as the world begins to claw its way out from under the suffocating blanket of so many things better left unsaid why in fact don’t we all just stay in the cold in the numb a little longer and maybe that will let us go to sleep for good.…
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End In Sight
There are times when I wake that an afternoon light has tempted my eyelids, made me believe sunlight, golden and streaming, was pouring in to cover my face, illuminate me in honey. I wake expecting radiance. I wake, expecting a meadow and butterflies. I wake, expecting willow trees and youth. I wake, expecting beauty, and…
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The Reason
I wanted a cock between my legs because I wanted a cock of my own. That was the reason for most of my twenties. I’d have fucked any number of men to be my own man, and I tried my hardest to figure out how to take from them what I felt I needed to…