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AM Bradio
I wake up in the morning and typically there is a song in my head. It happens every morning. Sometimes it sticks and won’t go away until I play the actual song. Sometimes songs one after another play as though my brain is some cosmic radio picking up requests from the universe. It is entertaining…
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Divine Purpose
I’m not in a good place. I’m tired. This hope. This optimism. I’m the one that carries it. I’m the carrier. It’s getting too heavy. I don’t want to. I don’t want to be the light. Tonight I want to be the dark. Tonight I don’t have the strength. I’m the giver. I’m the doer.…
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To the person standing behind me in line.
The hay. The sand. The brisk sea wind. The haze of music. I had caught a glance and immediately turned away but in that brief, magnetic connection… I could sense you Your thoughts were so loud they echoed in my mind. “She’s judging me. She’s decided she doesn’t like what I wear, what I appear…
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EPD
She’s dying. She’s speaking like she’s accepted that her time has come. And for some reason I’m numb. I’m disillusioned by this world and part of me is envious she gets to say goodbye and move on from this world. I remember how wide I thought the world could be. See goodness and it will…
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MERRY Christmas & HAPPY New Year
I watch him suffer. Day in. Day out. Every single day. Every single night. How do I smile? How do I dance or be merry? At all points I know he can’t and he’s not. Guilt has no place here even if I birthed his soul into this shit world. It’s not shit for everyone,…
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lock jiggler
why would you request a “friend” when that is absolutely not the intention? Once upon a season shit was real. I still listen to the songs off that mix tape. My memory sucks, but I remember I was ghosted without explanation. Always wondered why. Notifications. Every now and then. Life is short. Say what you…
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Sara*
I don’t think any one of us knew Sara* completely. I think she was always misunderstood. This is what I do know. She was balls to the wall, intensity personified, real as fuck, and never afraid to say exactly what she thought and felt. For me….she was my first best friend. We shared things only…
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Sea glass
Softened by time Tumbling thru salt, sand, sea, and time. Jagged edges softened by the journey. Living inside a small shell, moving slowly, so slow it’s almost indiscernible. Time. Your hands can heal. September. Empath. Where do I find it? What will it be? Slowly moving into the path of some unknown destiny. Wait for…
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Too much
Sometimes it is all too much. The pain, the lack of direction, the not knowing. Burdening those I love with this seems worse than doing it on my own. Will they find their way? Will I? Does it get better? History dictates that it will. So if years have past, how long is too long…
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Answer this…
Do you practice religion? I did. Practice. Often and with full heart. One day, after watching one too many other worldly being shows, my faith came tumbling down. This doubt was devastating to me. Once my faith was lost, it was hard to convince myself to go back to a place that no longer existed.…
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