6/17/2014

You & I

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I know we've had this conversation before
I'm sure you're quite weary when I mention these words.

However, after much contemplation and myself,
Being the more initiative out of the two of us
(or was it three? I suppose you did have the prominent memory)
It was only the interval it took for one more pilfered breath,
Before I simply had to ask
Or else let it destroy me from the inside out,

Are we really different?
I concur, perhaps our interactions,
and must you really mention our outward demeanors...

But you certainly cannot mean to deny,
The part where we're just human?

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6/17/2014

Balancing Act

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That was the moment I discovered myself: Infatuated
& Face to face with something not quite what we call "love"
But a situation closer to the definition of serendipity.

And what I did next, would you believe?
& With this comprehension that has always,
For a length of time that hasn't quite reached forever,
Was finally and formally configured into the words:
Life never was an equation to solve.

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3/29/2014

Diagnosis

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It was nearing the end of the work day.
The doctor only had a single patient left to examine.
The nurse brought him to the room and there he found
an individual with overbearingly plain features and
an even plainer dress of clothing.
The doctor was not affected by this outside appearance,
as he had been in the field for a long many years.
It was quite often that these sorts of people come
to his office as he was quite a generous man.
Perhaps he could be described as "good."

What are your complaints?
Do you see them?
Who?
They're everywhere. In this room. I'm sure one can be hiding behind you too.
When did you start noticing these symptoms?
Doctor, they've always been around. Do you really not see them?
I'm afraid I don't.
That's a pity. Are you suffering from a lack of imagination?

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3/08/2014

The Circumference of Our Life

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I woke to the sound of trumpeting stars and peeked through
my windows to find an illustration of peculiarity.
& it wasn't until after stepping out the door
 to walking next to flowers, and then running after the winds
to crossing stretches of plains and climbing robust mountains
it wasn't until I saw places mentioned in fairy tales & books
or immersed in a fraction of the everlasting seas
and eventually ended up standing in the same predicament
I so delightfully had the chance to begin in
is the moment I ultimately began to believe
the world to be round.

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3/08/2014

Spinning

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There is no jurisdiction in this enclosure where
Tatters of veiled twine continuously persist
That he, with such a charming disposition,
Should often keep company to a gravity that
is able to move him without moving him
With quite such a persuasive momentum
-and it isn't until he finally realizes his last choice
To then, lay on his back & drowsily close his eyes 
against the even span of apathetic cerulean 
-and allow the light to be obscured by a delicate set of doors
That everything just finally stops.

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12/05/2013

Responsibility

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When you look at my hands
What do you see?

All the things I've held onto
All the things I've let go?

Or perhaps
The place where yours used to be?

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12/02/2013

Amnesic

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"Oh, that," I say as we both, you and I.
All we can do is follow with our eyes.
Our hearts were too dense to move as lightly.

There was the glow about her, much like dying coals.
And yet, the prettiest of smiles suspended on her lips.

"She understands the light perfectly."
The way it hit our skin and draped the world.

"But what she forgets,"
-as she shimmers under all that fell from the sky-
"Is that there is always darkness where there is light."

For she has turned to face the sun
and forsaken all the shadows in the past.

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7/16/2012

1, 2, 3

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"This is the way you do it," She says, "Starting from the beginning."
-And they would all do it the way she did.
But one would waver and began with 4, 5, 6.
"No no, you have to start in the beginning," and there would be a struggle.
"But if you started with 4, the beginning ought to be 4," They would reply.

This would go on for a moment, until the teacher wearily wondered aloud,
"What part do you not understand?"

"None at all," Was the answer.
-And with a smile they said, "I'm just a Dandelion Child, that's all."

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4/04/2012

The First Breath Of A Child Too Old

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I've been alone for a while now.

But I have one who I love so much, and am loved in return.
So I suppose I'm not alone. But somehow I am. In a different way.
Am I that selfish that its not enough?
Yes... I suppose I am that too.

And from it all, there's this pain.
It comes from deep inside, right below my heart and a bit to the right.
It builds up, and it wants to come out. My body isn't big enough to hold it.
It tries to leave me, escape through my eyes.
But I can't let it. I shan't.
Because I'm scared.
If I let it out, it'll leave me empty.
Nothing left of me.

Alone I shall be, but not really alone.
And so I will be content. I can't ask for anything more.

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