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The rain is calming no matter what is going on
Rain drops pit pattering on my window
Gives me a sense of peace
A calm in the rhythmic sound
The stoccato of each vibration
Brings me back to the moment
The center of my being
Pit pattering on my window
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You try to block out so much
Idk. Maybe I'm just the type of person
That wants to actually be close to my
family. But how can I when
An entire or the entire section of my life
Is supposed to be just ignored.
She is my life, this is my world.
And I can't and dont want to change that.
Then you ask me aloud
'Why do you dissappear?'
I am not a curse. She is not a whisper.
I won't be silent. I'm not a doll
Smile and nodding to be the piece of
The puzzle that has to complete
The home.
But its just your 'opinion'
You can't have both. You can't have my
Silence and have me there.
It's the entire daughter or none.
I don’t want to speed down
A rabbit hole
Where I don’t know
What’s coming on the other side
The intentions inflections meanings
I can’t read
Can’t date
Can’t touch
Trying to flinstone stop the car
But it’s down to my ankles now
And useless after no time at all
Oh well headfirst I go
I’m asking for it
All you have to do is say no
And hope it’s not all in my mind
Battles keep brewing in my head Fought against 2 halves of brain matter Connected yet oh so different Scales of sign useless Connections held together with Ducktape and will The loss felt and fighting Itself will never Bring it back. Letting go Of the fight you Know what the path to Reason is but Rooted in glue of fear Cowering before the Open road to the future If I left now I would leave a Life lived but wasted It’s the truth they say ‘Life is wasted on the living’ You blink and you miss it
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Maybe at some point, when the path of our stars were aligned, we could have been a constellation. But now I realize that even the stars of constellations have gaps that are measured by nonhuman means. There's enough space for thousands of cosmic valleys.
Yet, I still wonder if you ever twinkled for me. Or if the residue of my own glow ever reached you.
Learn how to stop death after phone calls. (NY Times Frontpage 2/7/14)
There's a dark cloud outside the box.
Troves of artworks stolen by dreamlike, wrenchingly human and viscerally theatrical Young People.
Learning to think should not be a reason to ignore soul-crushing repression for the sake of argument.
What happens when reaching any agreement has become appreciably harder?
Certainty is Recovered Unharmed After Theft
An emotional goodbye leaves only her shadow-- creatures of the wind flirt with flouting romance at an arm's length as the identity pendulum narrates a new vision for nothing good. Weakness continues. I, a face in the crowd, the last of the not satisfied.
This is the life of a poet allergic to endings
you and your sighs have seeped into my veins buried their way in from the first time you grabbed my hair by the fistfuls and moaned my name came like a freight train switch on 24/7 you take me from zero to sixty in two seconds without even having to do anything
