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Garrett Burger Jan 2018
In a hand,
or two
Pocketing shells
to hear the ocean,
somewhere else

I lie awake
Can't sleep, @ night
Wondering how
that could be?

So I returned the shells
to the ocean,
to hear it again

I trusted in their placement,
that they were right where
they should be
And collapsed in weeping
When the answer arrived
That I was meant to be here too

I never made the return drive
home
because home was right here
I trusted in their placement
And in return, found mine

And the last line has yet to be written
Garrett Burger Jan 2018
Chained to the moon

Creatures of the night and habit
The phases and the phrases
Spoken, much the same
Are we much like the moon in that way?

Tilting and shifting
A gradual slide
Through the spectrums of consciousness
We are wide awake
Much like this moon

And as the tides within us, settle like the waves
And lower, like the tides
We find ourselves calm again

Until the next, high tide
Garrett Burger Jan 2018
Lost in a film
I'll get lost in over thinking
Lost in your need for company
And bored with the idea of small talk tonight,
Or always

Annoyed in all that it is
To talk and exist
With someone else

When all that I want
Is to be alone
And if I wanted more, I'd find it.

I'll find you right where you were before
And I'll find myself, on a journey
I'll sit in the back, or maybe the middle.
Not wanting to be seen, I'll dress bland
And crowd myself with anxiety,
That should fill a few seats

"Don't sit next to me"
"No, I'm fine"
"Yes, I came here alone"

No, this seat isn't taken
Yes, I'd like a friend

No, no one said a word.

I would have left lonelier
From having to play pretend
So instead, I said nothing, and thought nothing
And found me being a friend to myself
Instead.

And it was freaking awesome.
Garrett Burger Jan 2018
What were yesterday's
Became today's

And what's today's
Will try to be tomorrow's

I'm only here
And now it seems I'm everywhere
Except where I need to be

I give you an inch
You take a foot
Both my feet
My arms too

I sit in a ball
This mess
A nest

I'm ready to fly again
It's a good thing
I still have my wings


Push.
Garrett Burger Jan 2018
Around in a space
Suppose I'd be somewhere else
If I could
Though I can
And choose to think I can not
The brightness
The addiction
The cloudy, spacious cell
I'm in, and out
Of my mind
I'd cry if I'd see me from another's eyes
Sitting alone, addicted to loathing
Crimpled in procrastination
And wanting the world to align into place
When the words I write are what distract me tonight
Though seem to help the most
The work I should be submitting
Shouldn't be here
It should be to the tasks around me
That I neglect to hear
It should be to the aspirations
And to my bodies needs
Like cleansing my face
Drinking my tea
And oh yeah...
To stop ignoring that I have to ***.

No, not clever, just
Some truth.
We may all fall susceptible
To a procrastination loop
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Garrett Burger Jan 2018
I sailed to the ocean today
Across the landscapes
Of many
Amongst the roughest
Of rocks
Sailed through life
And the valley
Only to find an empty ship
To top

I sailed with no sail
I sang with no voice
The holes in this ship
Did not matter
Because it doesn't leave shore

Alone in the gardens
I rowed in dirt ruts

The sun dried up the fantasy
Arriving in the solitude
That I hadn't left

I'll use the pieces of this ship
To build a new one
One without holes
One that doesn't need a fantasy to be reality
But reality to be the fantasy
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