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The sense of danger was there but I ran into the fireI let the flames swallow meAnd had few concerns. But they were kissed awayAnd despite the pain I was engulfed The sky grew dark above meYet the sense of danger was numbed outI made a nest in the emptinessI buried my eyes and left…
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Tonight I am sharing a poem I wrote for my grandfather’s 84th birthday. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to attend his birthday and missed seeing him the last time I was visiting California, but this was written with him in mind. My grandfather has always been a very quiet man about his emotions but when I…
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After talking to a friend of mine for a solid few hours with topics ranging from hobbies, dreams, careers, school, traveling, and all the little things in between I am sitting here bouncing with energy. Every once in a while I am swept away by a trigger that sets off this mood to just go…
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[ This was written while I was visiting Bridgeport, CA where I used to camp with my family as a child. The last time I’d gone there I was maybe seven or eight. Returning was definitely a memorable experience and I loved every minute of it! ] July 2, 2014 Of all the sights and…
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The device burned from countless hours holding a single line. Headphones made the illusion all the more real when my mind began to lapse into a dream trance. Your voice would be soft by this point and when you did speak through our beautiful silence it was as though you were there. Impossible on a…
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I’m drifting back into the unconscious stages of my writing where it’s solely my characters and thinking of them rather than the events that have happened in my own every day life. In the course of two months it feels as though chapters have flipped before my eyes in a dizzying blur. So much has…
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I’m having trouble seeing through the tangle of these given promises. Once I feel comfortable,And there’s a smile on my dusted lips, My trust is handed back to me in a box. Instead of figuring it’s a joke, like it is, I’m given the element of surprise. Within the wraps are the pieces of what…
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And so begins a new chapter. It seems rather fitting to start another “journal” too. My posts on this electrical one might lack the numerous pages my bounded journal has but, than again, I’ve always enjoyed writing and I’m constantly in front of this screen. Typing is easier than scribbling in crazy cursive I can’t…
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