Kayfucius

A collective of thoughts, poetry, writing works, blurbs, and other randomosity

You don’t like the thoughts I think – only when they’re in written form. But, hell… even my conversational inclinations tend to wear on you over time. So I think my thoughts and swallow my words and I cradle my writing precious close… Tiny pearls, my words, that I rediscover regularly, and keep cultivating; I’m …

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Highly intense, and so much more awkward; lapses in social skills and judgments results of consistent self-isolation from being ostracized in public space… Because, never give them the opportunity to do it for you… Time spent in my own mental space stripping me of the ability to properly converse with other persons of being… writing …

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Break it up, break it up store it in boxes divide it into compartments with neat little labels and color-coded dividers… Leave some things here, in this odd storage; You’ll feel lighter. And the rest? Well, they’re free to be; free to roam, except when opposites become truth. But it’s my mind – it don’t …

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I often question whether I’m a narcissist or not. Or even a sociopath…maybe even a full-on psychopath?   The thing is, though we’re all a little self-centered, unbalanced, and unfeeling at times, or at some point in life, or exhibit one or multiple traits of any of the above “disorders,” we don’t often do so consistently. Another …

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peppermint tea in a favorite cup water in a sticker-laden bottle, the front lawn a dusky backdrop in the tri-light of early evening aesthetics. porch lights blink on – the first fireflies of night. crickets trill and voices travel; cars arriving at homes leaving them too… sirens in the distance too brief to ponder their …

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Our fears only chase us in our dreams… And so we call them nightmares, beasts of the dark that gallop along craggy shores of wasteland with no end… And us, believing we can’t escape, not realizing our captivity lives only in our brilliant minds. Yet still, we run – Chasing the freedom we’re running from. …

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I am poetry. I am curves and swirls letters and words and sentences and action… I am language of both the unspoken and the talk told. I am stories and I am legend. I am writer but also reader, I am traveler and also vehicle. I am fact in all its fable, I am craft …

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