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I put the fork to my mouth
“You don’t need that”
Those are the words that pop into my head
I go a few hours longer
I put the one piece of bread to my
“You don’t need that”
There they are again those words
I go a few days
I put a glass of water to my mouth
“You don’t need that”
Again. They’re back
Now you’re on a week of nothing
Nothing at all
Yet you still think
You don’t need that.
You’ll be fine.
Just a little longer.
Let’s see how far you can go this time
Sometimes people struggle
I like staying in hypnagogia--
   between sleeping and waking up.

I feel happy,
        not conscious,
        not dreaming.

Because the thing about reality is
        it's not a dream,

and the thing about dream is
         it's not real.

(fohn)
A silken comfort to my soul...
“O, heal me with your presence!
Underneath the luminescence -
Grandeur of His Omnipresence!
How delightful and how precious-

is

what, my dear, you mean to me!”

A sweet enchantment in the night...
“O, feel the souls impart!
A rushing pulses to my heart...
From you I ne'er desire part...
Could this be love in truth and start?

O,

what, my dear, you mean to me.....”

A joy of laughter singing soft...
The stillness and the wonder!
Our thoughts engage with hearts to ponder...
of what “man should not put asunder.”
under depths of stars I wonder...

if us

is what you mean to me...

A healers balm upon my skin -
The soothing touch to calm the seas...
“Your searching exploration sees
My heart's yearning.......My soul's pleas...
The heaven here and now decrees

these things

are what you mean to me!”
You are so beautiful it hurts
Tried to keep my mind at bay with the things he say

Selling dreams that he didn't want me to awaken from

I always wondered why I couldn't get a peek inside his life, because it turned out to be all lies

I know now why everytime he lied

It's because he always had a alibi

Blaming me for his mistakes, when he was the one that couldn't relate

Couldn't relate because of his past mistakes

Mistakes that he helped make but blames his mate

Now his minds wonders,acussing anything that comes his way

He does not know wether he is coming or going or why his head is always spinning

No help for him now because he is lost, lost in his own web of lies
Open up and express yourself, the past is the past. New love can be found just make sure you don't bring old baggage to a new relationship
Perfect, white, and uniform
the snow that fell
the morning it fell on.
That isn’t accurate. It fell overnight.
It just belonged to the morning.

Blades of grass and shrubs reached up
and hauled it snug over their flanks -
covering themselves, not being covered.
Made the most of a single inch: a bare quilt
so when you woke in the morning
the even sky, with no sun, equal gray
shrugged blamelessly -
it wasn’t me! -
and the frost settling
on shorn lawns and dying ones
was nobody’s fault,
was even imaginary,
would be gone soon.

I drove through it listening
to the sound of wheels slipping,
the exhaust freezing out of the air
to fall again in glassy flakes behind.
Everything crunched like a tumbleweed
and white is not a Texas colour
but I remember snow is water - it soon reverts,
and sluices down curbs, ***** gray.

From this and other colours I made your youth,
put wallpaper never seen into your house,
like faces in a dream, and listened.

I was a smudge of teal lipstick on the mirror.
I was the steam behind the shower curtain,
the draft in the attic. I had no colour
and you looked right through me.
I remember by description only, but still I remember.
It all runs together, these strong colours,
like a fainting plaid, out of size.

I know the hot furrow in the clavicles of women,
but not of men. I dive into the known hollow, breathe the leavings
of the unknown. If you hold me firmly, perhaps,
I will know what it is like to be held firmly.

Curry simmers on the stove.
Lemongrass creeps along the floor, snakes beneath the doorjamb.
Behind it is frost, knocking, dragging its heels: heavy with winter.
Just ask me if you plan on any funny business.
there's this jellyfish
stuck in my head
he swims there day and night
and lights up the dark
inside of my skull
a bioluminescent, fluorescent jellyfish
swollen and pink
he likes to shock me
lighting up the dark
inside of my skull
he has long, coral tentacles
they squeeze around my brain
and he hugs it
and pretends to be a part of it
I think he gets a little lonely up there
if you ask me
no one to talk to
in the dark inside my skull
there's this poor,
poor jellyfish
stuck in my head
who swims laps around my brain
as though the space in someone's head
could ever be as good as an ocean
perhaps someday I will set him free
perhaps I will crack open my skull
and it will no longer be dark inside of there
pink will spew out
a large mushy brain
with a jellyfish attached
his long, coral tentacles
will claw at the air
like tendrils of bubblegum
until someone brings him to the ocean
where he belongs
there's this jellyfish
stuck in my head
and he's very confused
because my head looks nothing like an ocean
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