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Annie Oakley Jan 2016
I got inside my own head today,
A rather unsettling experience I must say.
Because, typically I thrive on touring through other people's minds'.
They invite me in with a grin,
I dive right in.
As I swim through their thoughts,
They attempt to drown their worst sin.
I can't help how truly intrigued I am by the human mind,
So what if you lied?
However enduring these adventures have been,
I ventured for far too long.
'Bout time I took a good hard look at myself,
Time to write my own book...
page 1.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror today,
Far longer than I ever have before.
Saw some real deep, dark, ****, right down to my core.
My eyes are not just simply blue,
They changed several shades as they told me to get a clue.
I stared at my face til it was no longer clear,
Even shed a rare tear.
How miraculous to discover that despite my faults, and my fears,
I'm still beautiful.
Too many years I spent being a judgmental ***** to myself.
I'm taking my dignity back.
Next time I look that deep at myself in the mirror,
Won't be for "many a year,"
Because after I set the ******* aside,
My eyes can see right through me!
Annie Oakley Jan 2016
The truth about the truth is...
Nobody can handle it!
So, we have dinner...
Even candle lit!
And pretend,
We still give a ****!
Annie Oakley Jan 2016
A conversation with myself mocks me!
I'm my own worst enemy,
a judgemental terrorist...
This I'm afraid even duct tape won't fix,
and that **** could float a boat.
  Jun 2015 Annie Oakley
Gracie Ghost
Same eyes
That’s what I notice
We have the same eyes
Green-ringed chocolate
Reminds me of
Forests
The low timbre of his voice
Glides over words like
Falling rain
And every word he says
Is more beautiful
Than every song
You’ve ever heard
He is a master
Of words
Words are
Power
I know because
I use words like weapons
As does he
But his voice is strong
And soft
And my voice
Sounds like ice
Against his soft rain
Yet even if he leaves me
With nothing but pain
He has still given me
More than anyone could
From him
I learned words
Words are power

Same eyes
Same words
We are more alike
Than I thought
  Jun 2015 Annie Oakley
Muggle Ginger
all the mothers
     strong enough
          to be a father too.
My mother is the woman who taught me to be a man.

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