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    It’s Gonna Be Okay #Poetry

    This piece is part of my 2016–2026 archive migration. Some original formatting, content, and external links may be missing, changed, or not be optimized. Join the Newsletter → I’ll stay until I’m no longer there I’ll stay until the pain must go away I’ll stay…

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    Love Abyss #Poetry

    This piece is part of my 2016–2026 archive migration. Some original formatting, content, and external links may be missing, changed, or not be optimized. Join the Newsletter → Love comes in many shapes In many forms Love stands still Through the rain Through the storms…

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    This Time Is Not Enough

    This piece is part of my 2016–2026 archive migration. Some original formatting, content, and external links may be missing, changed, or not be optimized. Join the Newsletter → Poetry I thought a month would do it But I’m starting to feel like three might cut…

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    More of the Same

    This piece is part of my 2016–2026 archive migration. Some original formatting, content, and external links may be missing, changed, or not be optimized. Join the Newsletter → Poetry To get there I realize what I need to do here But it’s all for nothing…

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    Nothing Is Something

    This piece is part of my 2016–2026 archive migration. Some original formatting, content, and external links may be missing, changed, or not be optimized. Join the Newsletter → Poetry All I want to do is nothing Watching TV all day really is something Laying down…

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    Abyss #Poetry

    This piece is part of my 2016–2026 archive migration. Some original formatting, content, and external links may be missing, changed, or not be optimized. Join the Newsletter → Today, I felt depressed Today, I was overwhelmed with distress I have nothing to be sad about…

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    Visiting Again #Poetry

    This piece is part of my 2016–2026 archive migration. Some original formatting, content, and external links may be missing, changed, or not be optimized. Join the Newsletter → Sometimes I’m concerned That I’ll never learn Then it’ll be my turn For my discontent Is relentless…

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    Before I Go to Sleep

    This piece is part of my 2016–2026 archive migration. Some original formatting, content, and external links may be missing, changed, or not be optimized. Join the Newsletter → Poetry Before I go to sleep I prepare my mind to work on my dreams Find a…

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    Time Is Up #Poetry

    This piece is part of my 2016–2026 archive migration. Some original formatting, content, and external links may be missing, changed, or not be optimized. Join the Newsletter → I can’t go back Even though it’s nothing compared to the troubles they bare I can’t go…

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    Get Away #Poetry

    This piece is part of my 2016–2026 archive migration. Some original formatting, content, and external links may be missing, changed, or not be optimized. Join the Newsletter → Get away to gain perspective. Get away to learn. Get away to grow. Get away to learn…

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    Saturday #Poetry

    This piece is part of my 2016–2026 archive migration. Some original formatting, content, and external links may be missing, changed, or not be optimized. Join the Newsletter → Sometimes I feel no passion Sometimes I feel my world crashing Sometimes I feel all my time…

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    How Much Longer

    This piece is part of my 2016–2026 archive migration. Some original formatting, content, and external links may be missing, changed, or not be optimized. Join the Newsletter → Poetry How much longer How much longer til I go back under How much longer til I…

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    Forget

    This piece is part of my 2016–2026 archive migration. Some original formatting, content, and external links may be missing, changed, or not be optimized. Join the Newsletter → Poetry It’s nice to forget How temporary it all is Life could be gone tomorrow Today Or…

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    Ask

    This piece is part of my 2016–2026 archive migration. Some original formatting, content, and external links may be missing, changed, or not be optimized. Join the Newsletter → Poetry If you never ask. You will never know. What could have been. What would have been….

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    American Dream

    This piece is part of my 2016–2026 archive migration. Some original formatting, content, and external links may be missing, changed, or not be optimized. Join the Newsletter → Poetry I stopped living I kept on sleeping I stopped laughing I kept on worrying I stopped…