Category Archives: XX30

A series of poems written (almost) weekly to celebrate my 30th year of life.

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If I were a unicorn stuck in human skin it’d make a lot of sense. Advertisements

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Did you read this? Does it matter? I care so much that I’m heard but so rarely do people notice unless I chatter and then it’s only to point out I talk too much. I’m afraid of silence but that’s … Continue reading

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I wish I could inspire an artist to paper and pen. To bring to life myself, again, simply because he loves me so much he can’t help but make more of me.

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People often think I’m angry or frustrated when really? I’m excited. I’m into it. I’m engaging. “Why are you so frustrated?” is the most frustrating thing. I wasn’t till a second ago, thanks. A friend often says she has no … Continue reading

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Is life a series of milestones that we continue to see over and over because we keep forgetting it’s a circle?

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The story of my life: I should be doing work.

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I have a puppy and I think he loves me he wants to be near me (especially if he can hear me) even when sleeping. Sometimes I wonder if he loves me because I feed him pet him play with … Continue reading

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The unlovable person who is a lovable figure. I wrote this about myself long enough ago to have forgotten. It’s a trap. If others claim to love me I can claim they love the figure.  

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Sipping sustenance on an empty belly a hole in my gut and it escapes. Too much to hold in not enough to sate I guess in the end hunger waits. I’m sad but I’m happy and overwhelmed by everything I … Continue reading

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I notice what’s missing and search to fill it. When I can’t find anything I’m told to create it. It’s hard to write what I want to see because what I want is betterĀ than I could be People think I’m … Continue reading

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