I remember visiting Heidi in San Francisco, when I was younger. She was so charismatic in those days, her icy blue eyes glinting mischievously as she lay sprawled out beneath the window, looking like ... [+]
My life has been conditioned in a way that I can’t explain. I’m deep in a hole that I can’t dig myself out of. I ask myself, what is life exactly? Is it all about surviving? Is it just a waiting room ... [+]
My life is that of a fallen fruit
Fresh, rich and healthy as can be
Succulent and stunning
...
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The moon, today,
Bold and pretentious,
Grew tired, it seems,
Of being small and
...
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Dear —,
Here’s my two cents about thieving: if you’re going to steal someone’s heart, you should let them have yours; it’s hard to live without a heart, you know. If they can’t have yours, then
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I remember when my eyes opened
the second time. I turned up the music
how it harmonized
...
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I truly hate doing the dishes, Tati thought as she regarded a teetering pile of plates and pots and coffee mugs. It was one of those insufferable, Sisyphean tasks of life that never really gets ... [+]
Late into the night you finally return home. You open the door and step into the unlit blackness of what should have been your home. Instinctively you reach out to flick on the lights, but the light ... [+]
Long story short, I became Public Enemy Number One.
The last 24 hours had been surreal. I, a 22-year-old college student, was declared by the state as the “the most vicious vermin eve
...
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It’s happening again
The thing is happening again
The thing...
It does not strike me in
...
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the boy says
"where is
your culture?"
like I have
just
forgotten
to put it
on
...
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i found serendipity in old things
my things, your things, our things.
the boxes stacked up
...
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