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Poetry – Minor bouts of mania
minor bouts of mania fun guy get things done depressed sit in dark room give me whatever I want clean the house contact reach out talkative grocery store line love me they all love me bulldoze you all
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Poetry – 2 Scars Mini Poems
Two short poetry bits about emotional scabs and scars.
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Poetry – Subterranean
A poem about envying the freedom of others when you have imprisoned yourself.
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Poetry – Countdown
Six! (countdown) Five! (until) Four! (my) Three! (next) Two! (breakdown) One! DAMN.
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Poetry – It Isn’t All It Might Be
The future is yours and the present is mine, but it isn’t all it might be. Things go wrong. I talk to myself. I can’t explain it at all – whether I guess right or wrong, I can’t be the first to speak – or the last. In the end, there is nothing I desire […]
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Poetry – Seasick Bathing
The bathroom wall moves. It ripples and sways with the mournful, desolate sound of the radio. Ocean blues and greens meant to calm only inspire vertigo. What are those things I see? Leaves? Seashells? Jealous sea foam? I lay back, releasing my grip as the tub empties and my consciousness follows circling slowly, among the […]
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Poetry – Unwanted House Guest
Depression barges in again. No invitation. No explanation. No deposit. No references. No promises. And no move out date.
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Poetry: Sword Care Instructions
Sword Care Instructions By: Maranda Russell After sharpening, dust the bejeweled hilt and place the sword in clean purple cloth. Afterwards, you may admire its sparkle but do not take internally, as metal is poisonous and organs puncture easily.
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Poetry – At Your Service
At Your Service By: Maranda Russell One more lost little girl at your service. Actually, that’s a lie. I’m not at your service. I’m not at your anything – and I never shall be again.
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