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the roots of cruelty lie in an inability to see the visceral realities of everyday atrocities. atrocities by another name, it still seems as obscene to say: "mine are not in the abattoir, neither poor nor dying in the war, so I am unconcerned" how can the worl...

It’s not a matter of how or why but when When I can say with some certainty What’s written in this smallest script in predestiny A sequence lies in wait to sow seeds in my mind Like blood and blood before I’ve a predilection for self-destruction A strand so fi...

perhaps these hands held children's hands but what do they hold now? what love lay in this heart now silent empty, a broken vessel i've searched and searched from crown to toe but there's no trace of you no history in histology innominate anatomical no biograp...

We play house and swear to end This congenital heart defect here But it won’t end with me Because all I know about love I learned from household names And voices that keep me up at night And I’ll teach my son about love with household names And voices to keep...

I always hurt the ones I love At every opportunity Remorse becomes a second nature Still second to my cruelty How we hurt others is another way In which we hurt ourselves 

What’s best left unsaid? A speaker spent, a listener left with regrets in his stead. In a life of loss, silence can cost you more than you expect. Held tongues relate a bitter taste when prone to reminisce. Anamnestic but recipient absent, the circuit’s dead....

he has deep pockets and shallow veins the appeal of this is so obvious she is his anchor in that she holds him up he is her anchor in that he pulls her down she is so easy on the eyes "you don't make it easy to say farewell, ne'er-do-well" "you don't understan...

This hand on this gun to my head is my own and these are my demands: If you leave me, take me with you, I am nothing without you. People who need people are the wretchedest in the world. 

Rise and shine I got mine with none the wiser This bedpost champions an early riser and letters home tell no tales of conquests Great and so far between So far from home I sleep well 

This song is inadequate and we all know it In absence of an actual it’ll do I’ll always have this sound A semblance of a soul A semblance of a soulcast in stereo Just a piece of you Perfect and indelible Permanently audible But inadequate in absence of you 

"what do you see in me?" asked and answered honestly "nothing, you are just a skin to me. I think I'll name you 'trophy' why can't you see through me?" 

This time will be seen by history As one that suffered such inequity That denied us both life and liberty So grotesque in this abject inhumanity We, the needy, languish, waiting, dying everyday While the willing, discontented, waiting in the wings Watch the gr...

Dear friend, dearly departed Please let these words mean so much more than they seemed, retroactively, for my sake more than yours. (The dead feel no guilt) I need to know that what you took was everything we had, but Monday morning quarterbacks just focus on...

thank you st. jude left intact and brought back, a little lees than before a little less inclined to credit where credit's due (help me help myself) a patron saint of a thousand stitches (help me help myself) a restoration made without me (help me help myself)...

Neologist says: whereas words onced served a sentence now are sentenced, serving our every agenda. We pour poison into the people’s ear and yet they’re still eager to tip their heads. And should you dare search for what truth is, a twisted tongue will torture...

Regarding allegations that I am extraterrestrial she stated, somewhat sadly, “unfortunately, it’s feasible.” I started to say, “what can I say?” instead stopped and said no more for I was born brain backwards with words awkward, ending dialogue at forwards. 

oh "mother" I am an ungrateful child oh "father" I am a chosen child choosing nurture over nature and this unnatural desertion because you mean no more to me than biology ingenuine genealogical, a broken branch off the family tree and we all live with your dec...

This is prophylaxis, a practiced absence, a safer distance. He is a fine clinician to diagnose this, a sound decision. This is a family practice, it’s anesthetic, it’s noncreative. This is a termination, a fine resemblance, but no relation. At the end of all t...

she said I wish I was a man, and I said so do I she talks to herself around me I talk to myself around her this is my balcony scene stage it set script is written curtain closes in. this scene ends before it begins it just ends 

your search for patterns found me standing in line in avoiding compliance you fell into mine your good intentions are set aside build me up with promise broken down in time I'd hoped for the ideal but it was redirected through the new excuses the result is the...