therapy
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After three days I became worried, worried that my phone was not out of order, that I’d left it plugged in. I worried that something tragic thing hadn’t happened to a member of your family, that you weren’t lying dead next to your phone I worried that your memory was fine, that you weren’t lost Read more
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Freeverse with some semi-rhymes If you find yourself frequently talking to others about somebody else, about something they’ve often or recently said or done, rolling your eyes as you describe how they overreact or are too sensitive, then go into detail as you tell of some incident that had happened between the two of you as you Read more
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Everything is fine, I say, except I feel it coming on while reassuring others, there’s nothing going on, I pace about and draw the drapes, and say there’s nothing I can do, except to wait. It slithers in, just like a snake, encircling, hissing condemnations, regurgitating memories, taunting me about myself, as if it wasn’t Read more
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Sometimes you want to sharea poem you wrotenot because you want to prove to others or yourself that you’re a poet, not because you want to show how good it is, but because in writing it you found out something about yourself, or someone else, or an incident, something you knew butdidn’t know you knew,until within the poem it was revealed, a Read more
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I thought my soul had died, and become a small black stone, piercing my heart. I decided to dig it up to examine it, even though I feared I might bleed to death. Stumbling through dark caverns I found my soul wasn’t dead only shattered. As I searched for missing pieces, splintered fractured fairy tales Read more
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I seek the advice of men, looking for myself in one of them, reflections of who I ought to be what would be approved, I ask? The public men, if they listen, ask the same. The private men say “stay with me, I’ll explain” I stand naked in front of the mirror and notice it Read more
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In the dream I am a small child flowering in dresses and gleaming patent leather shoes. Love is the game played in and out of water, he’s teaching me to swim, as I wade in, he flies away, She sings of missing him while putting me to sleep, I lie face down on a blanket Read more
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Together we do the earthy work of laying down our living dead. it’s difficult enough to release our embrace from the ones we must let go, those who’ve slipped away expected or by surprise, leaving just their memories with our cries. but to unearth those whose bodies are still warm, their spirits tightly locked inside Read more
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Life’s so pale these days, the minister of silence is singing me to sleep. There was a day when he wheeled us down the roads like a god. Why is he singing me to sleep now with words I cannot hear, quietly humming until I yawn and disappear. I am not the one who’s dead, Read more
Words from Inside My Head 