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March 3, 2014 / thatstephkirby

Goodnight

Goodnight

Oh sweet night. Goodnight. Goodnight. All of the stars have come out to play with us, as
we dance away in to the moonlight. The sweet, cool night air kisses our hot skin, as we
run through the fields completely bare and ourselves. Our love takes us through the long
starry night, until the smell of the honeysuckle reaches us and the morning brings the
sunrise. We’ll say our goodbyes to the sweet night.

January 2, 2014 / thatstephkirby

Money Well Spent

I paid a lot of money to go to college so I can take shitty selfies of myself in the bathroom. Be proud of me mom and dad.

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November 29, 2013 / thatstephkirby

Autumn Walks

I have an affection for
Dead plants
Dry
Leaves and twigs
Crunching
Under my feet
The crisp coolness
on the breeze
Reminding me
Winter is on it’s way

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November 9, 2013 / thatstephkirby

Victories

I’m getting better at talking to people. I feel pretty good about that.

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November 3, 2013 / thatstephkirby

Share Time.

I was hunting for ideas when I came across this. Enjoy.




My house is cold tonight. The floor creeks in protest and I drag myself into the bathroom,

I’ve spent more time on my feet today than my body has wanted me too; It’s upset with

me. I stare into the bathroom mirror and my pasty face and strawberry hair stare back at

me, with an expression that says, “You look like shit, go do something about it.” I give

the reflection the finger. I’m noticing more and more blond streaks in my hair as the

red starts to take its summer vacation, not like anyone really noticed the red in my hair

before. Just like no one notices that my eyes aren’t blue. People aren’t very observant.

I’m not saying I want people to stare at me, I’m just saying; keep your fucking mouths

shut, that’s all. My face looks less than impressed with me in the mirror. “Fuck Off.” I

tell it “make this blond a green eyed strawberry.”

Written in 2010. Inspired by my living situation at the time

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