The long letters that are so cathartic are forbidden,
and why should no one like to read what others heal to simply say?
Why should no one will to listen so well, for so long?
Why am I so rude for asking them to try?
Tag: closure
Counterproductivity
Only five times each day, I play like my bed frame
is a tweed lounge seat, my shelf is a welcome desk,
you are my friend by choice, and things are like they used to be-
You here to pay attention like you would have better things to do,
if it weren’t for the fact that I am your best.
Behind closed doors, I mime conversation with transparent friend,
all for imagined your strong, silent type observance.
This poem wasn’t supposed to be embarrassing, but I am
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Reunion
My body talks. Does yours speak the same language?
I tell mine to stay silent just in case.
I do not sit in your chair, or rest my head
on your leg, or let you stroke my hair.
I do not tip my face
onto your cheek:
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The Dreams
Welcome back. I guess you never left, huh?
I didn’t invite you here.
This is my mind- the place you roam, though you’ll never know its streets.
It is daytime here, though you and I are star-blanketed.
All the underground thought-lings come out to play now.
You’re drug along.
And I am played the brand-new season of a long-dead drama.Read More »
Powder Blue
Tonight I am short on a way to say nothing
and lacking something
to say in some way,
and so my head turns to you,
breath caught
from the dawn of realization-
Haven’t you always spared coins
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