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I remember sitting in class in high school watching the other kids socialize and grab-ass. Their laughter ringing in my ears as if life was a plate of oysters, each one filled with pearls. I was the oldest of eight kids with parents who were selfish, self...

Crying in the night A warm breast Wailing wet and cold Bright colors fluttering above A painted ceiling chipped and cracked Hushed voices, muttering tones Slamming doors and epithets The smell of soap on your clothes Diapers and dirty knees Eyes raised to...

Surrender Today I finally surrender.... To the fact that I do not have all the answers,That what once may have been - no longer is. I submit to the fact that what I believed to be an inner knowledge - is the voice of projection I admit that I have used th...

Dreams and Whims

There is a very fine line between a whim and a dream...I call it 19.

Has anyone ever told you to "follow your heart", "dream big", or, my favorite, "reach for the stars"? Well, I'm not. I am merely here to tell you that there is a fine line between a dream and a whim. A dream is a five-year-old sitting on her swing set tel...

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What Hurts The Most

It hurts growing up, but at least I had the chance

We are all born into this world Free from preconception A simple blank canvas To sketch life’s future uponProgression through childhood And into your teens These extraordinary moments Add colour to the canvasThat instance when your so-called best friend S...

Spitting Scotch into the Clyde

A boy's best friend is dead. It's all his dad's fault, so he runs off with his worst whisky...

Spitting Scotch into the Clyde I am what ma da would call “bollock freezing”. Ma gonads haven't even dropped yet, so they must be like plain wee peanuts right now in this cold and dark. I'm also drunk – what else could this feeling be? I'm also really sad...