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Contoured Jul 2018
As the progression of time commences,
The birds chirp seemingly less ocassionally,
And their impression wears with time.
Contoured Jun 2018
It's still a functioning heart,
Motion running through it's core.
But a beating heart is useless,
When it's lying on the floor.
Forgetting what it feels like to feel feelings- you cannot provide what you don't understand
Contoured May 2018
Stress.
That's what the doctor terms it.


I'm stressed,
And it has everything to do with you.
  May 2018 Contoured
tortilla
You don’t love me
You haven’t even met me
You can’t love me
You’ve only seen me in parts
It’s not your fault
Yellow me can be so loud
I like her most
She floats through life like a game
She made me friends
Nice and easy to look at
She is simple
You’ve probably met red me
I can’t hide her
If I tried she would riot
She’s a leader
Motivated and spunky
A trailblazer
She’s new in my life, for sure
I’m glad she came
Perhaps you’ve passed by purple
She’s a bit odd
A writer, a romantic
She's writing this
She sees everything we do
Through rose glasses
She wants beauty in all things
She keeps searching
For some higher meaning
Purple is naive
Though I fight her blue seeps through
Too many see her
Blue builds up til she breaks out
She weighs me down
She is guilt, self doubt and tears
She’s pitiful
I despise her, but she stays
Blue seeks escape
Few have seen the storm in me
Gray is vicious
She's erratic, she destroys
She's hardly seen
Those who have wish they didn't
Gray brings torment
Even I cannot love Gray
But Gray is me
No one has loved all of me
So why would you
Now before you profess love
Please, remember
You can't love just one color
Contoured May 2018
I don't hate you,
I just can't love you.
Contoured May 2018
Dig
I've dug a deep hole.










Now it's time to bury myself in it.
Contoured May 2018
Motionless they sit,
Collecting dust on the shelf.
Completely inanimate,
An honest reflection of oneself.
I grab hold of the string,
No audience, no stage.
Now controlling this thing,
With my uncontrolled rage.
I give it a tug,
I crave the control.
Enacting a shrug,
I tug and I pull.
I've given it life,
I can take it away.
In spite of my strife,
It's now back on display.
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