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I see the constructivenes… October 8, 2012

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I see the constructiveness of my race; I see the results of perseverance and industry of my race; I see ranks, colors, barbarisms, civilizations–I go among them–I mix indiscriminately, and I salute all the inhabitants of the earth.

Walt Whitman (Salut au Monde) 


Like Glue October 7, 2012

Filed under: Writing — aprilreignshowers @ 10:32 pm
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I try to avoid you. When I think that I have you abandoned in the depths of my world, you find your way back. You plague my mind. You’re embedded. I try to scrape you away. You’re stuck.

Why do you feel the need to torture me? Why is it my soul and state of mind that you want? I spin out of control when you’re near. You have that hold on me.

Your existence rapes me. It makes me question my worthiness. I can’t handle you. You know it. No words need to be exchanged.

You’re there again. You control me. I can’t be rid of you. I never will.

I’m your bitch.

I’m stuck.