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fuckinmosquito

just another kid preparing for the inevitable forgotten

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Pen to the Paper 14

Sit down and write without a plan. No genre restrictions, no style restrictions, none of that! Just write. Write as many drafts as necessary.

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Brewing Coffee

Often I live a life of otherness. Each thought, fleeting. Each choice, brand new. I am dancing poorly and alone in our kitchen. Space 101: Northwest Music Radio. Holding an unread, paperback Dharma Bums in a right hand,

I think of dipping instead the skin of it into the coffee's boiling water. Just to see something. Books and people say they do shocking things just to feel something but I know better. They do it to see something.

See if they can, see if they mean it. Mean something, mean anything. I wrap my hand around the hot mug instead and hold it there. A dampened alternative that shouts into a hollow stump, "You never meant it!"

She comes in, giggling at the sight of me. Goggles hiding my eyes, boxers hiding my scars. Lounged about our kitchen stool in the dark, holding barefoot my mug. She kisses my nose and leaves me there.

I ponder this, if only for a moment. Predictably fleeting. I wonder if she is okay. When I kiss her I often miss her lips for it is teeth she truly bares.

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10/15/21

I showered the stiffness out of my hair this morning. Seattle hit a record October cold and you're playing on your phone again. I can't help but yearn for the things I do not know. What am I blind to today? Who will I be tomorrow?

Surprise will not devour me this time. A digital gift to a wave of chronically bored recipients, you capture the beauty of your face in one hundred single moments. Maybe I should write about something else sometime.

There is an uncertainty rooted in my shaking hands. Am I to start preparing for a predictable hurt? Am I to stop? Both are naïve, drowning or wanting. Show me middle ground so I may know peace.

I'll find comfort in the sound of the space heater on the hardwood. We don't have toilet paper so we use socks with no mates.

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10/14/21

We didn't go to work again. You're baking hearts into sandwiches in my Toxic Monkey hoodie.

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writers block

the bits of scrap metal left in my chest aren’t enough. the gears of my skull grind and hinder.

it is not enough

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antisocial

my antenna is stripped raw

an exposition of wiry receptors

OUT OF ORDER!

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Describe an indescribable feeling

Describe a feeling that's hard to word without using "feeling words" :) at least 15 words. Tag me!

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indescribable

crunching on memory

like cubed ice

turning a Ruger

on myself,

flinching

at the empty

click.

(fuck)

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no money but not poor

im living off orange trees

in arizona

dumpstering trash bags of

krispy kreme at midnight

dreaming on cold concrete

smiling big

with an outstretched thumb

the dog will wear a coat

i’ll pray for rain

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Write about nature

Write a descriptive piece about nature; whether it's about wildlife, the four seasons, the blue-grey of a baby's eyes, or a humble blade of grass in your backyard. Just go wild.

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the owl

we meet in the caliginous frost of small hours.

he is preconizing a ghost that will never dawn

i study his woe.

it is a lot like mine

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on loving

I AM HEART

AND ENGINE

PLACE YOUR OFFERING AT MY FEET

TOKENS OF INCUMBENCY

TOKENS OF EXPECTATION

DRINK MY WARMTH

UNTIL YOU ARE FLUID

AND CURED

ASSUME ME INTO FACELESSNESS

I WANT TO BE DEFACED

WE’LL PRETEND I HAVE A CHOICE

AND WHEN I IMMOLATE

YOU REPAIR ME

LESSER THAN I BEGAN, EACH TIME

DO YOU FEEL GOOD ABOUT YOURSELF YET?

DO YOU FEEL LOVED?

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