The Eyeglasses

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What to write about tonight?

We leave the hating for the keys and hoping the feeling will pass through unseen

But nothing like such a gift is given to me, given to me, given to you or me.

We leave the hating for the keys and hoping the feeling will pass through unseen.

But nothing like such a gift is given to me, given to me, given to you or me.

Time has come to a place I used to care of in seconds quicker.

Now a tired brain figuring out this game no one wins

That’s how it was for me, was for me, that’s how it was for you and me.

Stilettos on thin glass to cut the heart of those already passed, everything is repeated And

And

And

Given into the dollar amount of your sweat, has at least

Already passed.

Everything is repeated and given in to the dollar amount of your sweat, at least

Everything is repeated and given in to the dollar amount of your sweat, at least

Everything is repeated and given in to the dollar amount of your sweat, at least

At least that’s what was done to me, was done to me, at least that’s what was done to you and me.

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We flip our tongues

like raisers words rise from

                                                                   To feel better

   m a k e  s e n s e .

                                                               Don’t tread on me!

                                                                     No longer.

I

have

bigger shoes

than

                                                                            You.

 

Creative Stance

She sits

Thoughts bracing for the flood of memories

of her.

Her dreams now just stabs in the gut  of ambition.

Where now?

What color?

What planned out thought of defiance?

To create.

To create is where her strength lies.

Words that used to leak out 

now a dribble,

with a world so ugly there is not a configuration  of letters to form words with meanings grotesque enough.

Dribble

Drip

…leak.

Release And Regenerate.

Let a howl escape the lips
through excitement
tingling up
from the toes
let loves jolt forge
past the heart
sowing seeds of resonating
thuds that ache
finding release
and regeneration
in the creation
of animalistic sound.

Accepting Lonely

The heart broken is still a heart.

The heart broken is still a heart.

Tonight I feel

lonely

tired

and

full of fear

fear of the what if’s

and

the how comes.

I have to take my mind

to free myself

by accepting that tonight

I feel lonely.

Nothing more

and

nothing less

I cuddle lonely

not to change

it

but to simply

see

and

accept.

Mundane run-on

The mind goes…

It reminds me of the screen

I take to falling apart quite gracefully if you would just get the fuck out of my way

who said I had to be whole for you

anyways

who said I needed to be measurements not given by

me

well fuck me and then take my thighs wet

to memories and I will touch upon it now and then

again

but most times i will regret

I will regret

I will regret

not leaving sooner…

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Grumble

grumble

the mind

it wanders the streets of dynamite

alone.

Setting off fire works of construction

bubbling

up to the conscious that consumes

phone screens of instant memorabilia.

We wait

for nothing

faster than the speed of light sound barriers are turtled in history

we move

faster than we can keep up with

the blur of wasted Saturday afternoons on the porch creates

a canvas of smeared green and sunset

to feel must be but a second or

self destruction commences in the form of self medication.

I write.

In the form of self medication, I write.