Invisible Impressions

Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there, I did not die.-Frye I’ve thought a great deal about dying but I honestly haven’t thought very much about being dead. I haven’t thought too much about […]

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Animals living in the Palace

The Palace Have you ever seen a palace fall? The columns crack, the sky high windows fall to the ground, and the roof full of gold caves right on in like a crumpled paper plane. It used to be so beautiful and then I saw what it was really made of. Every king has a […]

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To my friend

  Dammit I still miss you. Dammit I still miss you. It’s been short and it’s been so long. I can remember but not enough, what’s worse is I can’t forget your face and what was left of you as you laid there still and dead. My pointless memories are photographs and these two tattoos. […]

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This place I love, this place I fear

It’s a Tuesday, or Wednesday evening or whatever night it is that I have some writing assignment due and I can’t seem to sit there and just make myself type the words. in my head I find myself running again, chasing the ever elusive inspiration, or more so muse-inspiration’s trickier cousin. Expertly evading, constantly changing, […]

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