Age

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SPECIAL 40

SPECIAL 40

Maybe, people won't recognize you anymore?

You might get a lot of questions?

Protect your...

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Seal fin de siècle with...

Seal fin de siècle with unheard celebration

though two thousand nine hundred
will be here in seventy five years,
a mere blink of the eye...

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Pointless

Pointless

The mirror shows a stranger,
bloated,
a landscape of sagging skin.
My legs,
...

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Upon the precipice of an abyss

Upon the precipice of an abyss

I stand able, eager, & ready to jump
impossible mission to swallow lump
muscles primed...

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We May Dream

We May Dream

We grow old and we may dream-- if we may
of the pages well-written, no matter the little stains,...

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What is the Point

To whom it may Concern

What is the Point

What is the point of being,
When the world sees creatures, and humans are only seen.

What is...

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EFFERVESCENT

Happy New Year Cosmo!

EFFERVESCENT

Lively are the bubbles
bubbling up and down
like the girl I once was,
effervescent in...

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Bully me you, I exemplified...

who suffered cuts by a thousand knives.

Bully me you, I exemplified archetypal scapegoat...

Even as old (dish) married
(spooning) curmudgeon,
who receives social security disability...

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Still Art For Art’s Sake

There are bits of me that
clearly
don’t work anymore and
are therefore,
more...

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Blemished

Dear lord, how you’ve aged and so
disproportionately ..
Like old rope, empty oyster shells...

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Inner Beauty

Inner Beauty

Alas, my flower's glow begins to fade,
And all that I can do is share her fate.
Her lustrous...

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SORROW

People keep saying
you are strong, you can get through this.
What is strong?
Being...

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traces

traces

it is not the things
that I strive to remember
that sadden me and
make me cry
...

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Drowning

Drowning

“I’m a body of water, that he swims upstream with his hands tied behind his back.”

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What I Love Best

Mummy, am I beautiful ?
She asks one rainy day
A day I am full of bruises
My sad, dark...