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Autumn Falls.

What is worse, to live in fear Or to utterly not care? I have to live with anxiety and depression Terror and tears And frozen expressions I...

Shrink. I want a lady, maybe A shrink With long long legs A charcoal skirt Glasses Glasses, on the bridge Of her nose And she needn't be...

čerň hřebec. The darkest mood blacker than that espresso you sipped that drove me crazy enough under the rainclouds to tear your body in hal...

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The artist as humiliated martyr of nothing. Taking my voice down, transfering sores. He's off his meddies! I hear the roars. But let you...

It's not made of words Just live it Say something if it needs to be said Or shut it.

Prospect; Love; Possibilities. All it takes to get me out of a depression is the prospect of a woman. For better or worse, I am a creature w...

To Nicola. I don't hope I scarred you, I just hope I loved you and you felt it. I don't hope you were humbled or felt badly how you ...

The Lord has seen fit to grant me breath For this I am to thank Him though it ends in death Returned to his fold I will bask serene in His h...

Mom, you're always so kind when I'm scarred The circumpolar star, surpassing by far The role you were given, I love who you are; She...

O NE OF THE RARE STATUS UPDATES of this blog (I used to try to keep it purely artistic and not address "the world" directly)... I...

Sonoma Skies

Her Kind. (Anne Sexton) I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, I have done my hitch ove...

Anne Sexton (photo by Rollie McKenna)

I NEED AN ILLUSTRATOR. Well, this isn't quite a classified ad, but I was just musing over how I need someone who can fill my artistic g...

I don't drink anymore Haven't done "street" drugs in a long time I take pills the doctors give me To keep me in line To he...

frozen with fear I just lie here don't want to look outside don't want to look inside wish I could talk to someone but the phone is ...

Plunge and emerge a sick game I don't want to play my ride for today Elevate and plummet in sight of the summit I dive back down Into th...

"Golden Hair" by Dan Schultz

Poem V from "Chamber Music" (James Joyce) Lean out of the window, Goldenhair, I hear you singing A merry air. My book was closed...

I ain't been on no magazine covers Buddy, I don't know what you're talking about I'm just trying to get to my gate in the te...

on a post-spectacular, sullen day languished morning bereft of sun I was left and now I'm done it was fun but now it's gone there...

How can a person view herself as mature and yet not contact a person she had willingly arranged to meet and who hasn't heard from her no...

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