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Aug 2016 Sierra

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Aug 2016 Sierra

SteffyWeffy

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I hugged you for the first time in 3 months.
You smelled good.
You smelled of sweat pea and vanilla.
The blue shirt you had on tonight, it smelled like your cookies and it smelled like dad.
I wish I could have kept hugging you.
I love you.

Aug 2016 Sierra

oh yes

Aug 2016 Sierra

Charles Bukowski

oh yes

there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize this
and most often
when you do
it's too late
and there's nothing worse
than
too late.

Aug 2016 Sierra

i'm not good at anything anymore

Aug 2016 Sierra

b e mccomb

i'm not good at anything anymore

i keep a red
second place
ribbon on my
bulletin board
to remind me that
i wasn't good enough

i keep defeat in
my back pocket
and failure
on my skin.

(i didn't realize
how nice it was
to actually be
good at something
and i didn't realize
how easy it was
to stop being
good at something)

took the things
i was good at and
cashed them in
for a quieter night

i can't eat
can't sleep
can't write
can't design

bake a pie
write a poem
cross stitch
crochet
i'm not
bad at it.

i still have
hobbies but
it's not like
it used to be
i'd rather
be cleaning
at least i can
do that well

(isn't that
a little odd
considering that's
exactly what somebody
a little bit too close
to me was feeling
when his world got
turned upside down?)

i'm just not
good at anything
not anymore
but it's my own fault i'm sure.

Copyright 8/5/16 by B. E. McComb

#depression #growingup #failure #movingon #talent

Aug 2016 Sierra

National Donut Day

Aug 2016 Sierra

LostinJapan

National Donut Day

facebook
told  me  yesterday  was
national donut day and I had to
admire how something that's had its
center cut out still         has so much good
to give. and it                          made me wish
you would see                          the remainder
     of me and find                    me worth sinking
your teeth into but you don't. now that
you've painfully excised my heart
you   toss   me   aside
untasted.

Aug 2016 Sierra

string theory

Aug 2016 Sierra

jack of spades

string theory

we are the essence of zero gravity.
you are the weightlessness in the marrow of my bones.
i can fly.
you are car rides with too many CDs and not enough miles.
you are lunar eclipses, ripped up jeans, and too-bright smiles.
pick me apart at my airtight seams to see yourself in the mirrors i set up inside of me.
i am a black hole and you are the answer to string theory,
smudged ink on fingertips while signing away the Earth for worlds our eyes can’t see.
you’re a mutant, baby,
evolved from the best of everything.

for my best friend

Aug 2016 Sierra

Eating the end

Aug 2016 Sierra

Akira Chinen

Eating the end

My mind is cluttered with fiction and sin
I could tell you a story but I can't find where it begins
I was lost in the middle while eating the end
I'm running through a graveyard of pens that have spilled their last drop of ink
My fingertips are bleeding but I can't get the blood to stick to the page
The words seep through the paper and crawl beneath the earth
I try to follow their trail but when I get to the bottom
They have changed their shape and their colors and aren't words anymore
I turn to retrace my steps to go back to where it all began
But the dirt turns to clouds and all I can do is fall through the middle while eating the end