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Lawn Weeds Poem
A woman strains. Fingers choking the weeds that choke the lawn. Pulling until the cracking roots give way. Dark earth heaving with a final breath. Spikey leaves aching to return the favor. Only for her to do it all over again. *** The sun beats down. Back screaming in protest. She enjoys it as much…
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Medicine Advertisements And Labels Poem
There’s something odd about medical ads. Big text about living with an ailment. Smile on face like one would have during a party with friends. Sometimes with a real name behind the face but always with purpose. A precise play for something more. A facade. *** Perhaps it’s like visiting a circus. People with rare…
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Under Pressure Poem
Depression creeps in under the dark of night. Loneliness swaps places with my friends. Anxiety became a watchman long ago. Hope carries a box almost too big for it. Happiness is often on vacation. My mind is under pressure. *** Joints ache from the lack of use. Bruises form at the slightest extra push. I…
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Forewarned 1.0 Update
One of the few horror games I really enjoy is Forewarned by Dreambyte Games. It’s a blast with friends and a challenge solo. Similar to Phasmophobia in design but with its own unique mechanics. Of course it is also Egyptian mythos themed. Its identity separates it entirely from the other games in the same genre…
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Remnant 2 Forgotten Kingdom DLC
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Hair Cut Poem
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Ongoing Medical Mystery
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Why I Love Video Games
It is not a lie that the internet is a great equalizer. No matter the background of a person, they can connect to the internet and have access to the same things everyone else does. Unless you live in a country with censorship, a person has access to the same research, communities, news, and entertainment.…
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My Body Poem
I look in the mirror and detest what I see. All the little things that are signs of disability. Joints that are at once too flexible and stiff and shape undone with muscle. Something subhuman and a failed replica of life. Would you believe me through? That I can’t identify anything in particular I would…
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Routine Poem