Lonely and Proud Bastards

The moves are laid on the table, the bishop cuts sharp across the board in a sudden diagonal, posing as the double edge sword from the knight’s hand that sliced the pawns throat. The move had been set all along, it was a trap to catch the player off guard and the sub sequential move […]

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Locking Doors

The heat was turned off to save on our monthly bills. Sorrow-filled nightmares shaped up in pretty skirts tangle the sheets as we lay in comfortable lust to avoid the cold. Now it’s just these passing feelings that stab us from the side where no one is standing that come creeping in while we switch […]

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The Red

A farewell to enforced responsibilities and commitments, a complete immersion onto troubling decisions and a complete lack of regard for a proper diet seem to be just a couple of characteristics most of my breaks have taken. These attributes come as a way of facilitating my drive to venture away from my routine, a habit […]

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Left-Over Ashes

Once a year the fields burn and the smoke raises as fog in mid-day. The times call out for a new beginning, for a chance at some redemption for the task left undone back when the job was at hand. Past seasons bring amusing memories to keep us motivated through the working days that won’t […]

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A Wish (One Last Selfish Essay)

If I had a wish I’d wish for something troublesome, for something true, for something cruel. If I had a desire I would lust for uncertainty, for leaps to obscure rabbit holes, and for darker demons. Of the kind I can’t get rid of, for in those struggles remains the source of a strength beyond […]

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Digging Deeper

Patience is key, in a rushing game, A loveless race to see who cares, There is a way to not fall, to stay untamed, And in trying to find it maybe we ought to take a trip to the fairs.   Ahead seems blurry, And Here stays knowing, I keep moving but I’m always in […]

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Our Idealization on Abuse

Darkness consumes the poor, Welcomes the rich, But leaves all at the mercy of the morgue, The feelings leave the demons to seek.   Responsibilities left to be judged by our moods, The lost dogs, with their howls and claws, Off key and dull from over use, A threat to no one but themselves and […]

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Parking Lot Ode

Couple cars left in the lot, Vans are here, and dinner’s in the pot, Campers left here for a mend, While we’ll be here for days on end, Climbers and hikers, bikers and by standers, Goals lay unsend by the hard working partners and friends.   Greetings and good mornings, Get all mixed up in […]

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Bobos y Tontos

Correspondencia de la partida de un extraño; algunas cartas llegaran después de unos cuantos meses, contaran la historias y aventuras ocurridas al solitario andante. Problemas llenaran las paginas, pero sonrisas alumbraran los párrafos—si la persona indicada está leyendo—Cartas que viven por los muchos sueños que encuentran su muerta cuando tontas esperanzas son frotadas de los […]

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