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Newport, Rhode Island

Crisp air cuts through my skin, like paper to skin

the warmth of the sun

heats the metal of the railing below my hand,

holding steady to the rough current below.

 

Ropes of green curl below the surface,

peeking through the waves,

currents whip past the haul,

my soul opens to the depths as I look out.

 

Past the cobbled staircase surrounding the light house,

and dri...

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Trust Is A Fickle Thing

Ever hear the phrase

“Keep your friends close but your enemies closer”?

Friends know your weaknesses,

enemies can exploit them.

Being a roommate is different than a friend

You trust your friend

You might trust your roommate at first glance

I did

I regret that decision

Living in close quarters can cause a ruckus

but not as much as disloyalty and distrust.

Knowing a ...

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Lies, Lies, and More Lies

“I’m fine”

F. reaking out

I. nsecure

N. eurotic

E. motional

Those are the words that F.I.N.E make up

Words that lie

“I’m fine”

I say as my mind reels and races through time.

Not a day goes by that I don’t question myself.

My misconceptions and decisions.

I wish I knew how to express my thoughts

Maybe in a conclusive way,

one that was easily understood

and ...

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Ricochet

Shells fly overhead,

            dust kicking up in the air

filling the lungs,

            and choking the life

            from the blank eyes.

Staring up wide eyed and teary

            as the life slips away,

Laying there bare to the bone

            stripped of the soul

            lost to the sea of dust and rubble

            laying underfoot of the building

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