Miss You

They say time heals all wounds, I wonder what clock they are using. The wound on my heart is worse than any bruise or cut that I have ever felt. I don't want time to heal me, I want time to turn back to the last time I saw you...

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The Nature of Me

Back during my freshman year of college, I had a Communication Arts class and I was asked to write about myself. Every now and then I will re-read my work and look over what I've written to see how things have changed, if they have, from then till now...

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My Paradise

Waking up out of my slumber, I stretch my limbs to shake out the numbness. I reach my arms out wide as though I'm ready to relinquish my cross I point my toes straight as a ballerina getting ready to en pointe...

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The perfect evening

The perfect evening would be out on a patio while a full moon is in effect. A slight breeze whispering through the air while it tickles your hair. Listening to a vintage jazz record, some Miles Davis would be heavenly. Love the sound the needle makes as it is hitting that vinyl right before the first song plays. Along with a glass of Marco Negri chilled, enjoying the condensation as it rolls...

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self-examination

My soul is tired and weary. My headaches lead me in circles. Mediation makes me too tired. Yet I still am trying to get to that fruitful abyss that you call sanctuary, that you call peace...

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