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Is there anyone

I don’t understand why my mind does what it does or comes up with what it sees. Some are brilliant inventions and I know exactly how they work and some are dark and twisted things that kill when you look … Continue reading

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A Night Like This

It is a night like this that I pace the house my mind not able to settle on any one thing. I close my eyes and I am somewhere else. Sliding back and forth between safety and sanity. I find … Continue reading

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On the Edge

As I curl in my living prison watching the leaves that shielded me all day I realize that it is happening again. The reason why I live my life in this desolate land of twisted images and all things sharp … Continue reading

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Addiction

I am not sure how it happened or even if it is possible but I am addicted. Not to any drug known to man or beast but to you. I am not sure how you did it but I crave … Continue reading

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Daylight and Mourning

I watch the horizon carefully waiting for what I dread is coming. I can almost see the¬†crystalline shine on the glimmering black sand. Just as when the green and blue moons recede pulling their lovely soft colour from the shimmering … Continue reading

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Stuck

Trapped, mired, jammed, wedged, these words don’t mean quite the same thing as the far more pleasurable restrained or caught. Today is one of those days that I look at the shining bars of my self made prison. They are … Continue reading

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What Happens?

What happens when this body no longer draws breath, when the gentle rise and fall signifying life slips away. What happens when it¬†succumbs to the slow dark decay that began all those years ago, Will it rise from the dead … Continue reading

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Not a Good Day

It is no secret that I work at night. It is also no secret that I am a dark person. Today is one of the days I remember just how crazy I am. It is a panicky shaky overwhelmed sort … Continue reading

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Subtle Kind of Crazy

Some days I am reminded that I am still crazy. Not the subtle kind of crazy that most people are but the screaming kind of crazy that most people run away from or are locked up for. In a way … Continue reading

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Why do you do this to me?

The cold stings my knuckles as I quietly tap on the door knowing that you will hear it. I admonish myself yet again for not using my palm, knowing the bone on would tapping wood only cause pain. Footsteps echo … Continue reading

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