Month: September 2014


Hey familiar strangers

Somewhat wrong and somewhat right

Treacherously beautiful and recklessly ambitious

It’s been too long

You say.

Your hearts, once mine

Thrown to the stormy winds.

I know you not,

Not anymore.


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What do you think will happen

What do you do think will happen

When you know you have forgotten what your heart swore it would remember

As life becomes a big black pick-up truck, yet you cannot drive by the countryside

Instead, you’re stuck in city traffic.

When you’re like the hookers who make love for a penny or two

As you cuss on Monday, but pray on Sunday

When your body is not yours

For it holds too many untold stories and chronic diseases

You see through a drained tea- strainer

And all that is left are blanched tea-leaves of that thing you once called hope.chlo_dans_l_herbe_by_leingad-d7yg1xi

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