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1 whole year of telling lemonade to go fuck itself…

I am pleased to announce that today is my blogiversary! Holy fucking Christ... I made it through a year!! If you wanna check out my first post you can, right... here! So, if you don't know, the reason I started this blog was to help myself heal the wounds given to me by another... and… Continue reading 1 whole year of telling lemonade to go fuck itself…

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of honey bees and honey badgers

What's the difference between a train wreck and a love story? I don't think there is a difference Heart racing Never felt so alive as you do right before death You plural A time to pray to any who will listen Praying to the goddess Praying to Odin Preying upon each other Both end in… Continue reading of honey bees and honey badgers

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medusa hair snake

Cold blooded Needing the warmth of others to stay alive A fire grrl seemed perfect for your next victim Medusa hair Snake in the grass Monster heart You turned that fire grrl to stone Cracked and crumbling Frozen and cold Mind in two Two minds All she ever wanted was you You wanna talk about… Continue reading medusa hair snake

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phantom limb, mine

Today I lay in bed And watched the light outside my window fade Grey white clouds like wolf's fur So cold it felt like snow I hear my pack howling But I cannot get to them My brain or more accurately my meninges Ache and thud and ache My pia mater tells my arachnoid membrane… Continue reading phantom limb, mine

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Coffee/friend, wine/lover

Coffee is my friend And wine is my lover I wake up and the first thing I want is my friend I want long warm talks with my friend Holding them in the palm of my hand Night falls and the darkness sets in And all I can think of is my lover on my… Continue reading Coffee/friend, wine/lover

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behind my screen

The universe behind my screen is scary Full of yelling, screaming tortured pain, horrid words typed all in caps My language maltreated Circumcised words spliced Frankenstein style with numbers Videos and sound, vulgar and violent even if not pornographic The universe behind my screen is hateful Friends tear each other apart like loaves and fish… Continue reading behind my screen

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not a fish

In the forest, by the stream, is where I fell in love for the first time I hate the term "the one that got away" because a boy is not a fish   We spoke on phones with cords Respectively sitting by walls, wrapping spirals around our fingers I still remember his laughter in my… Continue reading not a fish

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my tinfoil knight

If I could, I would give you fairy dust so that you may fly away. Give you happy thoughts so that your feet lift off the ground. Give you your own magical pixie to guide you home. If I could, I would show you what I see in you. Give you a magic mirror that… Continue reading my tinfoil knight

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flower, when plucked

Flowers need the Earth, the ground, to be flowers But the ground is still the ground without the flower The flower does remain the flower, when plucked. Once a pretty little thing to look upon, but soon wilting, dying. The ground doesn't need anything to be itself. It is always the ground. If someone asks… Continue reading flower, when plucked