Floating toward you
Your gentle hands
Cradle my soul
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Done with this
Muse
Like all … things
This too must
Come to an end
Served its purpose
No longer inspiring
My head
My heart
My body
Therefore it must be
Disposed of
Out with the recycling
Someone else may
Have use for it
Be on your way
Out of my bed
I can’t afford
To gain
An attachment
To this
Temporary convenience
It wasn’t after
You destroyed our home
It wasn’t after
Your constant berating
It wasn’t after
You put your hand through the wall
It wasn’t after
I swallowed those pills
–
It wasn’t when
You called the ambulance
It wasn’t when
I was revived
It was when
You finally left
–
It was when
I finally had a moment to think,
About myself
–
It was when
I realized
I could be happy
–
Without you…
A dimly lit morning sky
Does not dampen the spirit
Autumn is near
The fragrant trees
Are itching to light
The world aflame
With their fiery hues
The crisp air
A refreshing change
From summer’s calidity
Rarely have I heard
Truth in what was spoken to me
–
Like an extinguisher
My flames were doused
By words
Replaced by rage
–
Until I gave in
–
Lovely words
Fraudulent, falsities of a predator
Weakening my stance
Taking away something in me
Replacing love with fear
–
Words… just words
–
Words no longer hold
Complete validity
–
Meaning lies behind actions
–
Love is in the hands,
Holding the heart,
–
Guiding me
Towards the stars
Towards the truth
–
Words the initiator
–
Truth in the words
Propel love’s momentum
A controlled explosion
–
My flames allowed to burn
Unafraid…
–
Because the truth of love
Allows it to be so.
Where do you go when
Your mind is racing
Your thoughts are
Taking you to unfamiliar places.
–
Do you travel to
Distant places where
Reality doesn’t exist
Time and space are a myth
Or does your heart
Pulse with love,
And the once quiet yearning
Finally breaks loose
Does the anger
The sad regret
Seep from your pores
Allowing you to mourn
Where do you go
When you need
To be free…
Look
Leap
Look before you leap
Leap before you look
Stop
Reach out
Reach in
Deep within
Let them in
Keep them out
Have a heart
Heart on your sleeve
A cold heart
A lonely heart
Safe unbroken heart
Love
Love and get hurt
Hurt before you get loved
No love, no hurt
Alone
“Your body is a wonderland,” he says.
My body is a wasteland. He has not endeavored through the recesses of my mind. That is the true wonderland.
“Be forewarned,” I say. “Once you have traveled there, you will emerge much like the Hatter.”
There are so many of them.
Not schizophrenic,
Internal diversity.
Full of opinions,
Full of shit perhaps.
Sifting through
The baggage
The positive and negative
Words spoken
True or false
Compiling self,
Deleting self loathing
Building character
Finding a Voice
Speaking out loud…
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