Heartbreak

C for Crying
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C for Crying

I was going to slack off on C which is the real letter of todayโ€™s April A to Z Challenge. But then I read this and it pushed me to write what I did. Not even a tenth as good but it is poetry. โ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€”โ€Šโ€” I stopped at 16It was time to leave…

You Make Me Cry

Bad poetry, alcohol & cigarettesStupid romcoms, cheap sexThe old failsafe remedies send their regrets I could build another handful of dreamsSew up the tears,show but a hint of blood at the seams But this isn’t the ache of oldIt’s the poison of too many hungers fed with smokeToo little, too…

Skinned

*This post was actually written a month ago but I sent it in as an entry to a site I really like. Apparently they didn’t reciprocate the sentiment. I am in a different place now but I haven’t quite shaken off the memory. So here it is. ~O~O~O~O~O~O~ I believe…

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Back in Stockholm

Your heart is a barren wasteland. It’s where dreams go to dieand hopes that have a masochist side to themhang around your mindwaiting to be strangledwhile you polish your toolstry to choosebetween condescension,cynicism and the old faithful – indifference. You must be a collector. A connoisseur of dampened aspirationPurveyor of…