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  Feb 2018 B
Helen Raymond
More often than not my machinations are little more than fragmented ruminations and disjointed alliterations

Occasionally preoccupied by rhyme, reason, or cravings for another season

Color and light dancing against the doodles left dog-eared among the daily drudgery crowding my deliberations

Purposefully thinking my thoughts more thoughtfully in these days of superficiality and commercialized faux reality

Deliberate silences budgeted between listless noise. On days when everyone's vying for vocal real estate & everyone's talking with nothing to say.. I take a fast from my voice.

I withdraw from myself, deep within my mind.. I attempt to reconcile with that girl I was -forgive myself for letting her leave again. How can I come back to her after what we've been? I've lied to her too many times for her to let me back in.
  Feb 2018 B
17morae
an apology
is a bridge to a fresh start
or a bitter end
  Feb 2018 B
the unwritten note
You and me
were just chaos
together.
And I couldn't
describe it better.
From the very start I knew, we would never fit in together. But I still waited for the storm to create the CHAOS .
B Feb 2018
I'll tell you all my secrets
And all my hidden truths
I'll spill it all, I'm about to burst
Just one thing... you go first
B Feb 2018
I think of you at stop signs
B Feb 2018
You have no power
Over how I feel today
I won't let you win
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