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Lucid Dreaming With Company Dream
I am wandering through the neighborhood to go back home. It’s dark and early night time. It still feels early however. Perhaps a winter evening. I look around. My house is where it’s supposed to be at the end of the cul-de-sac. Something feels wrong though… What was it? Oh! The other houses don’t look…
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Down With The Sickness?
I’ve recently come down with what is probably the flu and come to a strange realization. Life feels simpler when sick. I do not mean to say it is comfortable or pleasant. Illness is always the opposite of pleasant no matter what level it affects. The world simply shrinks down on itself. When sick, a…
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Saudade Poem
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Blessed Poem
Blessed are those that enjoy helping others. A loop that feeds into itself instead of eating its own tail. Those that are able to give and receive at the same time. Freaks of today’s society, rejecting the flow. To support and be supportive. Blessed are those that can grow and grow others. *** Blessed are…
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Doctors hate it! Poem
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Retraction Poem
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Teeth Poem
Almost everyone has had the experience. Feeling the wiggle of a tooth with the tongue. Suddenly teeth are falling out. Raining down like loose gravel pebbles left to pick up off the lap. A distressing dream. A common theme. *** What shapes the pattern? It could be the common history of losing teeth. It could…
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The Witness: True Villain Or Tragic Hero?
Caution: spoilers and general nerdiness related to the game Destiny 2. *** Everyone likes a story with good characters. There needs to be a level of psychology behind each character that makes sense. The most important characters that make or break a story are the hero and antagonist. Everything else is irrelevant if these two…
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Representation Poem
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Foundations Poem
Nobody can tell me that I built my foundation on sandy ground. Not even myself. I have leaned on that foundation from every small bump to the largest earthquakes. I’ve built a tower to live in with everything I require. Touching the sky and covered in the colors of imagination. None of it would exist…