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Nov 2014 · 586
Stalled
Renee Nov 2014
my brain was once a machine
filled with cogs and gears
working tirelessly day after day
my machine has stalled
all motion has ceased
it cant resume

my cogs begin to rust
my gears start to deteriorate
what used to be a beautiful intricate system
has lost its luster and
turned dull and brittle
the machine fell from its suspension
and collapsed upon itself
into a pile of scrap metal

the lifeless heap is removed
and replaced
this new machine is built
it's pretty and promising
and made from encouragement and hope
like all the previous ones
but this is a never ending cycle
my machines will continue to breakdown
Oct 2014 · 473
The Metronome
Renee Oct 2014
Isn't it funny
How two individuals who thought love didn't exist
End up falling in love?

We now live in a queen sized mattress
Our bodies intertwine automatically
A maze of arms and legs

Your fingers dance through my hair
Over my body
Across my face
Like leaves falling from a tree
Light
Gentle
Fluid

I rest my head upon your chest
And I rise and fall to the monotonous rhythm of your breaths
The thud of your heart finds a safe home inside my ear drum

You caress my cheek
And invite me to fall asleep
To the metronome you call your heart

— The End —