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Letter to the World
Dear World,
I am teenager. I am on the cusp of life, a time when my entire life is ahead of me yet I am beginning to feel as if some parts of it are behind me.
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Nothing Can Reach Me Here
Sometimes the drive home
is just too good to end.
The darkness envelops
the road ahead,
the road behind,
the fields of either side.
Nothing can reach me here. -
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The Sentimental Sociopath, ch. 2 - The Dinner Date
Delmonico’s was one of those restaurants that exuded old-world charm, the kind of place where waiters wore crisp white jackets and called you “sir” or “madam” with just the right mix of deference and familiarity.
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The Sentimental Sociopath, ch. 1 - The Heart of the Matter
Matthew Bennet sat at the far corner of a bar, nursing a neat whiskey which had been in front of him for the better part of an hour. His eyes traced the rim of the glass, but his mind was elsewhere, calculating. Always calculating.
Loves
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In Knowing You, For But a Moment
On the porch, with grooves of woven twine
embedded into the underbelly of my thighs,
I sit and listen intently for you. My ears perked,
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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Goldfinch
(Inspired by Wallace Stevens's poem 'Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird', which is one of my favorites.)
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Among the deathly pale hills
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how to die after living your life in six days
June 8th 11:30 am- 6 days
I have 6 days. Nothing more, nothing less, and that should scare me, make me anxious, something, but it doesn’t. I have a plan.
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Through A Dog's Eyes
Are you happy? Are you sad? I am always wondering the mess of emotions that humans have.
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Take It Easy
Haha, very funny.
I laugh it off
With the people I call my friends.
My face is hot
With embarrassment and frustration.
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Results of writing rhymes at 11:18 pm
The outfit I've chosen is past compare,It matches right down to my underwear.
All who behold it break into song,
Their admiration is far from wrong.
I walk down the street to a chorus of praise,