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2013

Sometimes Love Isn’t Good Enoughoriginal ↗
11 Feb 2013
https://sieveandsand.com/2013/02/08/8508/original ↗
8 Feb 2013
Māraoriginal ↗
31 Jan 2013
Terror of Deathoriginal ↗
29 Jan 2013
A message of desperationoriginal ↗
25 Jan 2013
sic erat scriptumoriginal ↗
24 Jan 2013
Stubborn as the day is longoriginal ↗
17 Jan 2013
We Are Liars, all of us.original ↗
16 Jan 2013
First Wordsoriginal ↗
15 Jan 2013
i’m an artist dammit — i’ll prove it with my insecuritiesoriginal ↗
12 Jan 2013
eyes filling with tears face dripping with sweat chest swelling with prideoriginal ↗
9 Jan 2013
it felt strange at the time toooriginal ↗
8 Jan 2013
unchainedoriginal ↗
4 Jan 2013
Gambleroriginal ↗
3 Jan 2013

2012

admission and acceptance are two very different thingsoriginal ↗
30 Dec 2012
Respect Allegoryoriginal ↗
30 Dec 2012
permansio persiusoriginal ↗
28 Dec 2012
12.27.2012, Palm Springsoriginal ↗
28 Dec 2012
another one about your fatheroriginal ↗
28 Dec 2012
I used to write stories toooriginal ↗
24 Dec 2012
the end coming, albeit very very slowly.original ↗
24 Dec 2012
hand motions for this song are awkward. not as bad as the original, but awkward nonetheless. you can learn them in the forthcoming music video.original ↗
23 Dec 2012
desperate measures.original ↗
19 Dec 2012
Parasite is a rather strong – if incredibly accurate – wordoriginal ↗
17 Dec 2012
follow the path or wallow in indignityoriginal ↗
10 Dec 2012
quasioriginal ↗
6 Dec 2012
Poem About Loveoriginal ↗
5 Dec 2012
what do you dream about?original ↗
4 Dec 2012
Glorious Me- I heard the Clink Clank of a Powerful Engine (a teen-hormone poem)original ↗
3 Dec 2012
Unapologeticoriginal ↗
2 Dec 2012
voidsoriginal ↗
1 Dec 2012
I don’t really want to die, thoughoriginal ↗
27 Nov 2012
or praying and not being able to see the fruit of those prayers. prayers which seem like they’d be the first He’d answer. but alas who am i to question? as foolish and strange as that sounds, i think i’m starting to get it.original ↗
24 Nov 2012
to mock one’s selforiginal ↗
24 Nov 2012
11.21.2012original ↗
22 Nov 2012
Why I Can’t Play Like You, Freddieoriginal ↗
21 Nov 2012
Why I can’t play like you, Freddie.original ↗
21 Nov 2012
why i can’t play like you, freddieoriginal ↗
21 Nov 2012
beighartmanoriginal ↗
18 Nov 2012
from northeast to west in 2.5 hoursoriginal ↗
16 Nov 2012
prideoriginal ↗
15 Nov 2012
Set the House on Fireoriginal ↗
15 Nov 2012
Turn Your Head (and cough)original ↗
15 Nov 2012
Paper or Plasticoriginal ↗
15 Nov 2012
Deep Downoriginal ↗
15 Nov 2012
amos. tiger. come on God.original ↗
13 Nov 2012
Just this moment,original ↗
12 Nov 2012
The anatomy of a cold dark night in Honey Brook, Pennsylvania is more or less the same as one in St. Louis or Chicago or Newport (I would imagine. Having never been to Newport I couldn’t say certainly). It’s cold, It’s dark, and being alone could be the best or worst thing in the whole wide world.original ↗
12 Nov 2012
for the places i fear boldly goingoriginal ↗
12 Nov 2012
skills i’ve honedoriginal ↗
11 Nov 2012
Uncertainty is never certainoriginal ↗
10 Nov 2012
i wrote this briefly in an airport during boarding because that’s how much i value your eyeballsoriginal ↗
7 Nov 2012
Bon Scott, Tell it to me straightoriginal ↗
4 Nov 2012
heroes are great, they save the day and disappear behind the setting sun laughing a fantastic laughoriginal ↗
3 Nov 2012
Ohio is always so far awayoriginal ↗
2 Nov 2012
so it goesoriginal ↗
2 Nov 2012
abt snowy streetzoriginal ↗
26 Oct 2012
oceans are unstoppableoriginal ↗
26 Oct 2012
pizza is moving outoriginal ↗
23 Oct 2012
why we broke uporiginal ↗
18 Oct 2012
Late nights in a small city neighborhood on the bottom floor of a communeoriginal ↗
16 Oct 2012
miss it.original ↗
16 Oct 2012
Paw Wayneoriginal ↗
11 Oct 2012
the kid who saw the devil, his soul was plasticoriginal ↗
6 Oct 2012
fool with telescopeoriginal ↗
4 Oct 2012
Doctor’s Note from someone who is absolutely not qualified to be calling himself a doctororiginal ↗
2 Oct 2012
Just words on a page, sprung forth from a lost mind. These mean nothing.original ↗
1 Oct 2012
when I looked around, they were averting their eyes(I must have looked unhinged giving myself a pep talk in the middle of a park, only if i was actually good at it… pep talk how you elude me, I won’t mind your sweet deceptions)original ↗
30 Sept 2012
there is a good chance true poetry lacks beauty… then again, probably not.original ↗
30 Sept 2012
the nature of natureoriginal ↗
30 Sept 2012
Suckoriginal ↗
30 Sept 2012
*cough*original ↗
28 Sept 2012
just some thoughts.original ↗
27 Sept 2012
basking in the sunlightoriginal ↗
26 Sept 2012
neck-breaking speed, head down, knowing the dangers ahead; effing pumped about the ride.original ↗
22 Sept 2012
9.20.2012original ↗
20 Sept 2012
for the sacred drowningoriginal ↗
19 Sept 2012
foretoldoriginal ↗
15 Sept 2012
Shall I compare thee to a maggot?original ↗
14 Sept 2012
to be perfectly honest, i figured fortune would strike before inspiration wore thin. teach me to figure.original ↗
14 Sept 2012
climate drove me inoriginal ↗
14 Sept 2012
You really are breaking this timeoriginal ↗
11 Sept 2012
Spin Itoriginal ↗
10 Sept 2012
all the infinite possibilitiesoriginal ↗
10 Sept 2012
Shackle Alegoryoriginal ↗
9 Sept 2012
i probably could have done better.original ↗
9 Sept 2012
Methods and Meansoriginal ↗
6 Sept 2012
I’m Not Ok, You’re Not Okayoriginal ↗
5 Sept 2012
schmaloriginal ↗
4 Sept 2012
foooriginal ↗
1 Sept 2012
in a park about the futureoriginal ↗
29 Aug 2012
i wrote and wroteoriginal ↗
29 Aug 2012
Even immortality is nothingness when faced with the label of ‘old hat’.original ↗
29 Aug 2012
Pawnbroker (Not Prawnbroker, as the metaphorical content of the piece may suggest)original ↗
28 Aug 2012
when i meet a “doubter”, to be honest i’m always a bit taken aback. it’s so blatant that everything else is just shit comparatively, how could anyone possibly consider going back? what’s wrong with these people? don’t they smell they shit on the their shoes? don’t they remember how they could never rest, because to lay down meant to drown in feces? it’s genuinely bewildering. but for those of you who have missed out. here’s my brief testimony. (best if sung in b-flat to the tune of that one themoriginal ↗
25 Aug 2012
Glassoriginal ↗
22 Aug 2012
on nicknames. there’s something about p words.original ↗
22 Aug 2012
It Snow Matteroriginal ↗
21 Aug 2012
normally you’ve the one without the other.original ↗
19 Aug 2012
one letter goes a long way.original ↗
19 Aug 2012
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