I hate my entries.
SufferingI also hate looking at my previous entry..it sickens me.
An Ode to AsthmaYou have taught me the method of breathing With every step that I have taken, quick and slow. Holding my breath to feel you, like a stone in my throat-heavy and rough. It pinches into my lungs, clamping them down.An Ode to Asthma
But you did save my life once from toxic
aromas trying to burn into my life.
Wheezing and gasping for a breath- I am immune. A cool calm clarity. My breathing slows, a rhythmic pulsating beat. My eyes roll and I silently thank you.
You are the danger that waits for me. You are the unwavering sea I wish
to drown me without air, eyes b
LeavingYou are in an arm lock with him. Tears are running down your cheeks and you have no where else to go. "Give me the keys, we're going back to your place." You cry and hold onto the keys but he manages to grip them out of your slender fingers anyway. He opens the car door and says sharply "Get in." He throws his bicycle in the trunk. From your place to his is a 10 minute bike ride, but you drove because you didn't feel like carrying your bike down 4 flights of stairs. The bicycle is thrown in the trunk and the handlebars scratch your car. You would usually care about this but tonight is different. Tonight he is leaving you. You thinLeaving
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Jared Lautenshlager
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"The reward of pain is experience."
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"The reward of pain is experience."
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Para infortunio de la humanidad...la tragedia siempre ilustra una bella fotografía.
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Dandy Child Mah Site
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wishing well
coins desire
dreams ripple
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