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Part One
Will I Ever Run Past the Bounds of Your Grasp? just how long has it been since i slept a full sleep,since i prayed to christ and finally was granted peace?was there simply a…
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Me and My Cage
Me and My Cage alone and traumatized before labor began,taken and isolated alone in an incubator afterbirth.no problems keeping warm in there, though, which grows to be what i miss most.smaller than a baby,…
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Tribute To My Namesake;
Dear Namesake, Glenda Frances (Rayburne) Laseman May 31, 1944~May 29, 2011 with bouquets of tiger lilies, skin that shows its worn and tired places,a smile like sun that engulfs all the darkness,rungs of scripture…
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i am becoming everything you tried to weed out.
standing before the only judgement i have ever known, i hum a tune of joy and resilience. he seethes, gnarls, at my very existence. may it be my energy, aura, or even my ability…
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Golden Era
to act like the blood and wound aren’t related; deliberately blinding eyes as old age might do, so as not to be a spectator or pursue, thought ought not travel to heart, you pray,…
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I won’t play your game anymore.
i have been, all my life, trying to suppress pieces of myself to please you. took issue with the way i play with my toy golf clubs? stopped playing with them. took issue with…
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My Mother’s Hands
warmth radiates from, a pair of hands; made by the lord, these hands nurture. never destroy, neigh harm or foul; these hands crafted out of angel dust, specially made to create; flesh that dries,…
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Complacently Comfortable
vines and dead trees grow around us, encapsulate our souls and even disease our minds; reaching even corners we cannot see. not beginning now, no. not beginning before a rudimentary illusion called roe, no.…
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Count The Love
dear button-pusher, dear risk-taker, dear outlier, dear pessimist, dear unacceptable, dear unruly, dear untamable, dear disembodied, dear fearful, dear hopeless, dear anyone, dear you. count the stars or the clouds. count the birds or…
