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Prose

Sweltering

The heat collapses into melody, baring souls no longer present. A wild memory appears. It is super effective. The mind establishes the Moria bridge, refusing to move or die. Shadows fill the stands, silently cheering.

This time, simply existing is winning. A harder game, when doing nothing seems the wrong move. The wrong love. Cross. Don’t fight. Don’t remember or look back. Quests no longer lie in the swelter. The other side of the pillow beats the south side of the sky.

Magic is real. It’s just hard to perform.

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Poetry

The Rise And Fall Of Autumn Leaves

Hardcore cinnamon petrichor
Earth enters sensory perception
Still doesn’t overcome the feel, the scent of you
In pure mornings with you, my life
All else fades into the distance
I let my eyes go out of focus
I still see you, crystal clear
All I see are your crisp lines
Which I trace with my fingertips
In awe, I admire your creation
Unique, priceless, unparalleled
My inadequacies shine loudly
I wonder how a being such as you
Could love me so deeply
I am grateful for you
And I want you to feel that, my love
Holding you tight, I bare my soul
Fill you with my essence
Sharing my body completely
Holding nothing back
Dying to see your pleasure

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Lyrics

Unraveling You

Sitting alone
In the room with the view
Listening to the rain come down
Unraveling you
I can feel my heart beat slowly
It won’t always beat strong
But when it does it’s because
I thought of something
We both called home

Something to hide when you see his name
On your mobile screen
A wink and I ask if you’re ashamed
Of technology
We both know what’s going on
I’ll be okay here
You can get up and leave
I’ll be looking out for myself
So don’t look back at me

We could have had everything
And in a way I do
I just didn’t know I’d have it all
Without any of you

Sitting alone
In that room with the view
Feeling the pain subside
Unraveling you
I can feel my heart beat steady
I don’t think it will be long
But when it comes it’s because
I thought of something
I created alone

Something to have and someone to hold
When you’re away from me
I think I asked you if I’m to blame
Tried to give an apology
We both know it’s going wrong
You can stay here
You can pack up and leave
(Doesn’t matter)
I’ll be taking pieces of you
Out of pieces of me

We could have had everything
And in a way I do
I just didn’t know I’d have it all
Without any of you

Categories
Prose

I’m Pretty Vanilla When It Comes To Sanity

Churning words, your milestones in rear view, side view, front view, because you’re driving in reverse. You keep those people right there. You keep your own set of books for your head, and another one for public consumption. No one knows you’re cooking with gas and you’re ready to blow, like a whale coming up for air. Right out of your hole that you hope causes a commotion, deep as any ocean. A salad of dances, undressing underestimating me.

What will annoy you about me most and please you about me most is that I remember everything, and I pay attention. I know you love the morning glory and the purple rose and the stargazer lily. I know you love the beach and the mountains and big cities. But I notice that you can’t stop talking about your flaws, as if you’re challenging me with them, daring me to disagree with you, daring me to dislike you.

But I pay attention, especially to what you say about yourself, and if you tell me you’re terrible, who is a better expert than you? You lied to me repeatedly, and gaslit me, but I’m the horrible monster? No. I remember everything. I remember what I did too. I own it. It’s mine and I still let it go, because nothing defines me, not even the dictionary. You create a cage and then bang on it, screaming at me to let you out.

You can’t slam the door in my face, and then knock for closure.