Desperation

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Fungi Have Feelings Too You...

Variously, like crab eye stalks,
they began to fumble and probe blindly
through their own...

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Later

I run because I am lost.
I am lost because I am running with no direction.
When I stand, I...

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IT'S SHOWTIME

RIGHT ON TIME

IT'S SHOWTIME

Don't be fooled...

They may seem friendly but, they can be venomous to your death...

A...

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WHAT CAME FIRST?

WHAT CAME FIRST?

Do they think they're the In Crowd?

The opposite of In is Do Not Enter?

What's with a lot...

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THE NEW STOOL SOFTENER

THE NEW STOOL SOFTENER

If someone told me that the comment section could make poop shift...

I'm sure I may not have...

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My Heart Is A Weakened DeviceĀ 

My Heart Is A Weakened DeviceĀ 

My Heart is lonely without your attention—
You who punishes it in ways that aren’t fair,
To...

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drought reigns supreme...

drought reigns supreme across much of the United States...,

where sorely needed precipitation
necessitates affected population
to perform a collective...

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A Nemesis So Hurtful As Thee

A Nemesis So Hurtful As Thee

I think that I’m too much for you,
I know that I’m too much, it's true.
Will you tell me...

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The Interruption of...

 The Interruption of Thoughts Preceding

In the mornings, I lie thinking,
My lashes ever blinking.
Thoughts now intercepted-
...

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On becoming a night owl...,

no matter whether or not ya give a hoot

On becoming a night owl...,

especially after feeling super charged
watching the second night of
Democratic National...

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The mind

The heart

It starts with your eyes.

the eyes sends a signal to your brain.

the brain then processes...

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Spore your appreciation,...

Spore your appreciation, edification, information...,

orchestration, and utilization,
a moss fungi (fun guy) attests his marriage
synonymous with...

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An Angel Held My Hand

Picture is by Anne Stokes.

An Angel Held My Hand

An angel held my hand once,
when my heart was dark and sore.
I was stuck in such an awful...

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Am I cupid?

Am I cupid?

Am I cupid?
I watch everyone as they all fall in love
Living that sweet teenage love
...

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Is It Real

Is It Real

When you really love somebody and they are long distant
Not many miles but still distant is it real...

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This system...

employment counselors who allow themselves to be late and don...

I find it abusive that they are not on time.
While we are hammered that it is important.
That...