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FunSlower Aug 2021
Trudging through space in time.
Some memories remembered.
Some memories forgotten.
Something about this place was always rotten.

Watch over me as I wash the years away.
Wittingly vulnerable, as the fairest figment of the
Fragment that made me who I am today.

To wake with renewed resolve is a dream;
A shift in sensations awakened awareness.
I’ve never felt so complete as now, in all fairness.

For better, not worse, I’ve broken my curse.
But I’m the first to admit I’m still growing.
So thank you for endlessly showing me why
You are the reason I’m glowing.

Fear no further. I’m yours, with fervour.
It takes so long
To master peace.
To go from mess
To masterpiece.
FunSlower Aug 2021
A faded memory flayed.
Layers peeled back unveiling
Frayed old strings for a symphony of sympathy.

A suffocated cacophony, he says. Let it be.

A jaded sentinel slayed.
Players reeled back, unfailing.
Prayed for wings, but found empty of empathy.

The scintillating epiphany she shares set it free.

I swore I’d never be the victim.
But I have been the whole time.
Those words are wiser than wisdom.
Her eyes grow wider with mine.
A notion inspiring devotion divine.
An ocean of new truths all spoken in rhyme.
My Dryad’s mydriasis is something sublime.
Eleven is the natural number
As the Elven King has seen.
Seven is the nurtured number
Of the fabled Elven Queen.
FunSlower Aug 2021
10 times in 10 years is nowhere near enough.
Though these sounds I’ve found,
They’re quite renowned.
They call me on my bluff.

I could call him humble gleaner,
With a will to stand in quicksand.
He knows I get the shakes.
But a minute with him and I’m ready to swim.
He knows I’ve got what it takes.
I should call her Thumbelina,
With the fastest hands in the land.
She’s there with me when I wake.
Through whimsical words and unwavering plans,
We can laugh at every mistake.

Embrace this place. Self pity is never pretty.
He’s so calming, she’s so witty.
So pick up your feet and own their city.
There’s nowhere to hide.
Swallow that pride.
Recall their wise words.
It’s high time to glide.
FunSlower Jul 2021
Oh deep breaths I cannot take
Before I break the surface of the darkest lake.
I see myself rising fast towards freedom,
But a lone ankle shackle anchors me to the depths
With a long chain of my own making.
Oh deep breaths I’m not yet taking.
Know the chain’s old links are breaking.
I’ve found the Softest Voice of Reason.
Ever tranquil in every season. Tapered to my chest.

Fly along, Firefly. Ignore wind resistance.
Guide me through this dissonance.
Cantankerous quests end in an instant.
Rambunctious requests reformed by insistence.
Please, no bequests for pity’s sake.
Keep those for jovialities, My Snowflake.
You bring warm stars on cold nights;
Wise words for swift flights of sorry sights.
So I’ll learn to see when you turn out the lights.
Forget me not,
For I’m still growing.
My eyes are shut
While yours are glowing.
FunSlower Jul 2021
Take me back to your whisper in the winter wind.
Take me back to warm hands for cold feet.
Take me back to soft lips meant for my own.
Even tape mine shut so I won’t speak.

Effervescence; a new reality is calming me.
Reminiscence and sentimentality in harmony.
May I reside deep inside that big room you hide,
With its four walls closing in on me?

I welcome its embrace.
And let it be my last.
For I know this will last.
We passed by so fast in the past, but found the
Windows to your soul are Windows to my future.
So go. Digress!
Crush gentle bones in a rush of pheromones.
Just know, Princess,
That fleeting glimpse left an imprint on a prince.
No sooner does a house become a home
Than a heart becomes a home.
Ghosts looming at the front door
Can’t comprehend a love they’ve never known.
FunSlower Jul 2021
Oh werewolf with woollen wings,
Whimpering in the willows.
Thou vile voice a vice grip
Stuffed inside her pillows.
Yours is a violent cry for help
One should never have to hear.
So dare come near, just know it clear.
Your fleer; my leer. For tears, jeers and
Featherweight fears will never break weirs that
Forever fill wells deeper than the darkest hole
You gouged in the lightest soul.

Your sword; her shield. My words; wounds healed.
I’m ever bending moonlight to set it right.
Go haunt yourself through a never ending night!
A single silver bullet shimmers in her sunlight.
The same one you shot upright.
Falling fast into the broken bed you made.
Now let it embed deep in your head. Well played.
There once was a wolf who cried “boy”.
And once should have been enough.
It’s time to torment yourself instead.
Hurting her never made you tough.
FunSlower Jul 2021
Our nights arrive so briskly these days,
with the same clattering metallic tones
That defrost our frozen bones
When the sun rises for the shortest stays
On the brightest days I’ve ever known.
I’ve sworn my oath. I’ve shown I’ve grown
And never felt less alone, let alone known a heart that’s sewn my own into the shape of its clone.
Nor have I ever held a gaze as ablaze
As those twin mazes that daze and amaze me.

So never wonder with me; ever wander with me.
Come with me. Come swiftly.
No, our nights will not grow longer.
Know, I’ll ever long to linger.
Please hold me in the sunlight,
upside down and in your head.
For you’re pinned inside my own mind’s eye
in your favourite shades of blue and red.
Would it be a crime to blame time for pain,
when without time he’d never know her name?
Could it be that the gateway to heaven
and the gateway to hell are one and the same?
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