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E B Jan 26
She lingers behind hidden street corners-
in the front garden, at the very top, barely visible-
in closets of rooms I find myself most comfortable in

She hums an eerie hymn that is muffled
through the walls of the house
but is echoed through the streets
following me - every time I try to leave

She waits for moments of uncertainty
to burn me with the crimson end of a smoking cigarette

not once
not twice

enough to bring me to the ground pleading Her to stop

Her words, cruel, reminding me of every decision I shouldn't have made
Her hands feel like cacti, they stick into my skin with one touch,
Her hair like snakes, engulf my body and wrap tightly around my neck, She whispers in my ear:

"Dont worry, I'll take care of you for a little while"

This time feels different

It's time to surrender
I struggle with depression. This is my personification of that.
E B Oct 2020


recognize the leaves
of the trees
falling in patterns
on the ground
we cannot recreate

notice the hum
of the street cars
and people frolicking
to and from bars

wrapping themselves
in sweaters
trying to handle
the change in weather

a tune to hum while
dancing in the fall
skipping steps that
matter more than
anything at all




b r e a t h e
E B Oct 2020
i write my best poetry when i'm high on drugs
the endorphins in my brain, i mean...
maybe sometimes i mean the sensations in my body of




i come to this conclusion every time
i fight the demons i've tried so hard to bury in graves deeper than six feet -

it doesn't ever get easier

there might be a "green flash" when the sunsets on the west coast over the ocean

but it's only for a moment

only enough time to see
(before you blink)

a phenomenon
that moment
of perfect

who knows if either of these things are real
or just a figment of our imaginations
  Oct 2020 E B
Bek Blanchard
Now there were two of them
Separated between thousands
of read texts and timely
chats touched by sound
but not skin  
Awake in the others sleeping
Sleeping in the others awake  
Restless as they wait
Restless as they wait
E B Oct 2020
Riding a bicycle is easy
so they say, when you're a kid
"you'll never forget"

I've forgotten a lot of the things they
told me at that age

looking at the world through
rose colored glasses
seems so different

I wish I still had that ability -
to see
to feel
to love
to dream

without bias,
without judgement

to be
p u r  e

to feel

p u r e

to just

E B Oct 2020
my mind runs faster
than that racehorse, Thoroughbred -
He holds the record in the Guinness Book of Records for fastest horse racing.

Mine is held for
mind racing

when you're sitting on a coast, in the middle of the jungle, waves crashing in front of you... Is it possible to break the record?
Or must it still be held?
E B Sep 2020
standing in the middle of a barren desert
my eyes meet the sky --
bluer than usual --
not a single cloud to shield the sun from my pale skin

sometimes the sun sits in a position so high
that I feel like she might just disappear

it might not be a bad thing for us -
for the world -
might shake us

shake us in a way to we need to be shook
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