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Stages of Time Abroad
1 – The Wanderlust Period Characterized by an innate since of awe and wonder at every minor difference that exists between the home country and new place of residence. Fascination by foreign peoples and novel places. Time spent doing toursitic things with fellow expats. Frustrations not taken to heart as most energy is expended grasping one’s surroundings. Month one. 2 – The Comparison Period…
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Sounds of Pawtucket
In 2011, 12, and 13, his swollwn lips and impatience towards my laugh weakened my bones. We stood at 1005 Main Street The MET had me sober, dancing, jealous. In 2014, the same floorboards had me drunk, quiet, nostalgic. I rose from the ashes and loved myself first. My company left me no choice. I tried to explain- if I was ashes, that meant I had been burned. So, I drove home with nicotine and a…
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December
I spent one year searching for hands to warm my own. I love myself enough to long to love another, now. All of those that loved me now wish to watch me drown. I am drowning, staring at the water above- at a yellow mass I feel nothing from. I am afraid of lifeguards and those who risk drowning in an attempt to save me. I want to be touched with something other than hands. I want someone to care…
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Desperate Literature
Most days, my mother texts me asking if I am sad. I hope someday I can reply “no” and mean it.
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Rx
There must be something wrong with me, I get so tired I cannot sleep. The voices in my head haunt my dreams. No matter how hard I try to kill the thoughts inside, both they and I cannot hide. I’ll have my daily dose of two bowls, three drinks, four pills. Tomorrow I’ll awake in tonight’s clothes- tight jeans, mascara smeared, altered state. I’ve been this way for years. The world does not leave…
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koala
He liked me so much or so he said He loved me so much unkowing of my head.
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Pretty Girls
Recognizing her beauty does not mean I want to look like her eat like her be like her. I don’t want to buy her beautifully marketed life. I’ve paid so much for mine.
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melancholia
Depression is more than a cloud over my head, depression is a love affair I can’t quit. I love depression because it is all I know, in the way a child loves their mother or father. My mother is dead and my father is PTSD and depression and my cousin is anxiety. Depression does not love me because it swallows me whole right when I think it is not hungry for me. Depression tells me I should be…
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A Poorly Worded Sentence From A Student In My Criminal Justice Class Who Witnessed Violence Two Years Ago
“If I had grown up seeing examples of violence as a way to solve problems, I don’t know the kind of person I would be.”  Take a look at me. Who do you see? That’s the kind of person you would be.
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Philadelphia
Living is not the scary part. The scary part is when you’re standing parallel to cards going sixty miles per hour and you don’t entirely know why, but you want to walk in front of them. You don’t. Because you’re on your way to a beautiful boy’s apartment who will kiss you good morning regardless of what happened the night before. EDIT** (You saved my life this way more than once)
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Josh from UPenn
He studied matter and its motion through space and time. He asked about the study of the mind and behavior the way a grandparent asks about the weather forecast. After the first time we had sex, he asked me what I dreamt about. His head was in the future but still understood the benefits of living in the present. He applied that understanding to his willingless to meditate. Marlboro 27s and…
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caving into you
I’ll give you my shoulder so you can sleep. I’d promise you more, but promises I keep. We’ll miss the tousled nights, lost in ourselves. We’d whisper and wallow to know how it felt. Feeling at home where we weren’t meant to be Feeling compelled enough to be just you and me.
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building
I am inside-out scaffolding. I look finished. But, I have just begun.
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Getting Rid Of You I
I cut my hair short so that no strand on my head has ever been tainted by your touch. I scrubbed the dead skin off my body, I exhaled you out of my lungs, I wrote you out of my bones. I erased your memories, I drank you out of my brain. I recorded over our tapes, I felt others inside me that are not you. But when they leave, my mind wanders. I try to follow, but this is when I do not know where…
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Atlantic Bullshit
I am a piece of seaglass from my father’s broken Labatt bottle not yet weathered by the elements. Rough around the edges, still slightly transparent, vaguely pretty in the sunshine from afar. Then, I am in your possession Without you realizing, I have covered your hand in your own blood While I am sorry for this; You are the one who picked me up.
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no me gusta tĂş
I like my music loud, so loud I can’t hear my thoughts. I like my showers short and my sleep long. I like summer thunderstorms, but not in the city. I like words and art, books and pictures. I’d like to learn another language but I’m still trying to be understood in this one. I like my drinks strong, so strong I can’t remember my thoughts. I like my smoke thick, so thick I cannot see. I like my…
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liar, liar
On the telephone in early October he asked me what I’d been up to these past few days. I said, “nothing much,” When I should have said, “drinking, thinking of you, drinking in bed, reading Bukowski, drinking in bars, writing about you, and drinking alone.”
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