Life after door kicking.

Tag: poetry

  • Speaking extemporaneously

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    This is something I didn’t write so much as find —the pen just moved, and I followed.Sometimes the mind drags you through chaosjust to remind you what clarity costs.These words came from that place. — Sometimes this dream feels like a nightmareIntrusive like a sledge, like I’m having night terrors,and I just can’t back up…

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  • Measured in Exhales

    Feeling different than all my peers in this,Struggles of a left-handed lyricist,Smudges on my fist from dragging it,Even worse when I was gripping it. Audacity to worship myself — intrinsic,But a little introspection shows that’s illogic,Blessings of a curse — I’m gifted,Writing backwards in my notebooksso this spiral isn’t on my wrist. I was never…

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  • Cagey

    Sometimes I feel like the walls are closing in Like the air is made of cinnamon The gravity that weighs upon me is like jupiter Not room to do poop in here If I don’t escape make a break what’s at stake is no less than my mental state pas procrastinate… I guess there’s time…

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    lifeafterdoorkicking