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Apr 2017 Susan Jacob

Mason Jay

there’s shame I know
In what I do.
Splitting skin,
allowing precious

                                              bloodletting
I try to stop,
but nothing works,
nothing relieves pressure,
nothing positive

                                              helps
the way that
opening veins,
splitting capillaries
does, how it allows

                                              me
to finally gain
real control,
the sharpness of
the silver lets me

                                              focus.

Read the isolated words from top to bottom

#selfharm

Apr 2017 Susan Jacob

I'm Here

Apr 2017 Susan Jacob

Silverflame

I'm Here

I’m a healer; not a feeler,
a traveler with loss of passion.
Pipe dreams are clear when day is gone,
then I spawn stories you can’t imagine.

I’m a wanderer; but I am not lost,
burn the human manufactures.
The sky is bleeding poor man’s gold,
drowning lunatic dream-catchers.

I’m a winter child; but my heart is fire,
it's a roaring black hole of ancient lullabies.
Follow the zebra through the midnight woods,
I saw glimpse of amnesia in its eyes.

This is based on a dream I've had recently.
It's quite random, which dreams tend to be.

#dream #weird #random #wanderer #healer #zebra #winter #reality #amnesia #escape

Apr 2017 Susan Jacob

For Those Who Feel

Apr 2017 Susan Jacob

Colm

For Those Who Feel

If I'm too busy for you
I'm too busy for me
And that is unhealthy

Because perhaps in vain and vainity
We are the same?

Skilled at creating for someone else
At adapting for the US entirely

But could it be that within the entirety
That we lose the ability to see?

Like the blinders of love
Be they ever imposed
By this realization of who is me?

Perhaps we are the same indeed?
Perhaps one day you'd let me try
For you, as also you could for me?

In truth, I often think about more than me.