July 2011
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I woke up this morning in a fog, too early to grind the coffee that would set it all straight. stumbled through reality today as i watch people who cant seem to match it up. Pieces floating in a crowded room and the mummers of broken hearts almost audible. Sometimes it wells inside me , as i connect with it and it starts in the corners of my eyes. My stomach dipped in lemon draws up inside of me...
October 2010
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Death
I can feel death leaning in close, it’s hot breath on my cheek. This heavy air, to choke the light. I can feel it on my skin, needles on the back of my neck, and the line between this place and the next is stretching thin as we stand huddled together for comfort. And I don’t know how this full room can leave me feeling so empty, I don’t know how the wake of it can be so numb. I...
August 2010
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The writing process
These bold shades are blurring once sharp lines. Can’t seem to hold this pen without smudging as I slide along the page. It’s messy filling in the blank space between blue and red lines with black, overlapping. I try to control these words by forming each just right. I concentrate on drawing out each and every thought. These symbols of love and pain, they are far from clear, subject to...
April 2010
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on Graditude
I saw gratitude today, poured out from broken vessels. I saw addicts standing up, changed lives. Thankful for the help up off the street. A lesson taught as I dig in my heels and resist the change they are so thankful for. I saw people admitting that they are weak and they need help, I clapped for them, as if I understood what it means to be that courageous. To stand before the perceived righteous...
February 2010
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New Admit
I pray for you, I really do. As you struggle to stumble to your feet. Watching by as you learn to walk again without being high, as you learn that laughter doesn’t need to be chemically controlled, and even as your anger spills over like sucking the poison out of a rattle snake bite. As you learn to feel again after the thaw, for too long you’ve been numb to it all, frozen in between...
November 2009
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Homeless Vets
The honor of service, fighting for freedom, turned sour to this stigma of addiction.
with visions of purpose we sink to such weak links, to lumber like sloths to reach down
inside and pull out nothing but lonelness and self lothing, where has all our honor gone?
These images, like yesterday, still haunt our memories, to touch them is to bring ourelves
to the very pits of hell, and hell...