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River Reed Feb 2020
Soles spotted with blood

Soul knotted

Oh—suffocating flood

Wash the pavement

Saddening memories of love
River Reed Feb 2020
I'm lost in what I can't compose.

What is between every thought?
Are minds ever silent?

What of my time is wasted?
How can I determine if my time is valuable?—if any time is.

Where are you?
Who are you?
Are you?
Maybe it's you.
Maybe it's nobody.
Maybe it's somebody else.

I have infinite answers.
To infinite questions.
But within the plethora: an infinite amount lay beyond my grasp—how is that so?
It merely is.

But maybe there is one answer.
To all the philosophical enticements.
To all the pleasures and pain.
To all there is.

It's merely absurd.

But what to do in response?
Respect?
Spite?
Laugh?
A combination of these and all there could be?

All that I do.
Distractions against this.
Distractions against my familiarity with what is unfamiliar.
Self-awareness: a cursed gift.

All of this.
All there is, and all that has the capacity to be.
It's because I'm lost.
Lost in what I can't compose.
River Reed Feb 2020
Bottles like bulimia

Heartbreak like ******

And together

And alone

I'll
    
      drown...
River Reed Feb 2020
If love is a desire for what one is missing,

Then I'll love you forever.
River Reed Feb 2020
You arrive
I survive
No more lies
Crushing surprise

I see darkness
Emotional mists
Fight for stardust
Within our midst

Release my grasp
Nothing good will last
The past is the past
And my present is crass
60-second drunken poetry
River Reed Feb 2020
I've accepted my reach
Rejected thoughts of beseech
Internally I seize
Control over my capacity

The world merely is
Fulfills my every wish
For tonight, I am free
And tomorrow, I still shall be

Whether stranded at sea
Or at home with my tea
Alone: I am happy
Foralways, I am me
River Reed Feb 2020
Every bed is built for two

Twist and turn—
we construe

Tug the quilt and take my side

Skin hotter than hell
Feet colder than ice

Back to chest—
a beating throne

Turn,

and break your breath
against my own

In this single built for two
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