collected poems
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my orion
how do you resist the never ending desolation of poetry?
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where it began (i can't pretend to know when)
if you started to sing this song when you saw the title, you're one of my people
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the one where i write a poem about myself (and it's still about you)
the only thing worth anything is what you can give someone else
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108.
si, my cowboy, my mountain range
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Romancing the Girl from West Virginia
This was for a dare ;)
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musings on the love of my life
my dreamscape turned to moonlight
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your chasm.
in which someone loves someone very much. but the wrong way
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six years, gone
in which i reflect on a long six years of grieving
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i stopped listening to waylon jennings after you left
another napo poem
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i love like a leaky faucet or i love like a dam breaking (there is nothing in between)
title quote by shinji moon
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i am my own worst enemy (our own worst enemy)
TW: graphic description of an ed/suicidal ideation
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my prayer of going nowhere (goes nowhere)
what do you do if you aren't the person you want to be? what if the person you want to be is a bad person?
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how do you like your blue-eyed boy, mister death
Buffalo Bill's defunct, who used to ride a watersmooth stallion, and break onetwothreefourpigeons just like that Jesus.
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tornadoes {and other things} **previously a smile like suicide**
revised version of smile like suicide
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my medicine cabinet full of bullets {a journal recording my unhappiness}
lately my medicine cabinet has been full of bullets
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fire, water, air, and earth in two sections {a collection}
hide your bullets in your medicine cabinet for safe keeping
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a collection of summer thoughts {farm house writings in italics}
toolsheds are rampant in this poem
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i should have been home yesterday *edited*
miner's lady, stranger to blue water
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a smile like suicide *edited*
i am a black hole meant to be a girl
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the fear of drowning in gravity
hush my sweet
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i loved you four hundred and seventy days
april madness poeting
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She Never Drank Tea
She never drank tea.