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[ she ] Remembers syllables once flow’d from
somewhere inner…
less inner thigh
more like…Deeper
meaning.
Scratchy throat can’t confess,
Without coughing conundrums. It’s easy
To blame sand storms,
But lesson unlearned’s
The one
That caught
a tongue.
Fingers rest from weaving
softly waving
Rhythmic blankets of
Words.
[ She ] Had to catch her breath for a minute.
‘twas stolen by a dashing prince,
piercing eyes and a steady hand.
She had to catch her breath because he stole it;
He gave her his heart in its stead.
The End..
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“That’s too bad,” she thinks az the rudeness walks away.
She returned the stare with
Heavy lids,
Long was the day.
With twisted cheeks she smiles on cue
To thank you
And bid you Good Day.
Be glad she didn’t pour your
Sour attitude
Into your
Personalized Cup
Of
Coffee.
Sometimes relief
Comes slow
Or not at all
And those are long
Thirsty
Days.
Looking at the mirage
Of hope.
So
goes
hours
Of dragging
Through sand,
Time lapses
Slower
Than
Starts that
Don’t go.
Attempting to preserve a glimmer of joy,
Youthful innocence’s blessed to succumb to wizened depths –
Days spent watching
Change.
We play in the shadows
Until we outgrow them.
Caught growing in menacing strings
Feeling for wall
Stretched tall, up against shadows
Toeing sunlight
Fighting against the inevitable tomorrow.
Don’t give up hope.
It’s all part of the game.
She picked up the phone and heard her conscience gasp
At the chance of her listening to what’s wrong.
I got a good view of the warning signs,
Those flash flood signals that tell of times when preservation’s thrown against jagged rock’s end.
I see what’s coming like
Raging rapids white with flustering rage.
This waterz not gonna bathe
Me clean.
It’s gonna bring pain Life springs onto
Eroded defenses.
At least this time
I can see it coming.
I can’t decide if I should
Fight to keep standing
(Even if for moments),
If that means I’ll be taken over by stronger currents of
Passion.
Or if I should
Take the fall
Gracefully.
Surrender to
The gravity
Of my condition.
Doesn’t matter though.
Either way I’m gonna end up face up with my prayers finding a better day.
With water in my lungs
And broken glass on my tongue
I will
Float
On.
Somebody told me once,
about a girl who faded away.
Sorting through hr box of knives,
Sharpened by daylight.
Dusty with dark corners’ secrets;
She likes jagged edge against hr soft underside.
Tempted to run along the sharp side;
cut skin with thin lines of fine
steel.
It feels good
To do what she shouldn’t.
It feels good
To give in to temptation.
She sees something dark in hr reflection
Upon the blades –
There they are lined up pointing back at hr,
Begging for some flesh.
It’s the simplicity.
Digging into a smooth surface
To find time for
Hr.
Shz still there, she iz.
You just gotta carve a little to find hr.
Run past the skin
With a thin
Blade.
She will
Beautifully appear.
With bloodsoaked sorrows,
She’ll be there.
You must simply cut through
The defenses
To see her.
sleepless.
Shadows shrink into another day.
The possibility of light,
That first ray of tomorrow.
I catch it on the daily.
Eyes aching
Joints breaking.
Every waking breath is just another direction the pain can grow.
There’s a world of chaos inside this temple.
I tried to be gentle with Life
But pride got in the way.
I’m ready to let go and confess
If only someone could give me peace,
A moment of rest.
I’ll give you guilt,
Just give me quiet.
Absolution, please!
