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  May 2017 Bottled Thoughts
NV
may i always write words more naked than flesh,
more stronger than bone,
more sensitive than nerve.
may i always dip my finger into rivers of ink that will never run dry.
on the days i am not an ocean or a shipwreck,
may i always become an anchor.
may i understand that somedays words are a bridge,
and others are the fire that burns them.
that sometimes i write the words,
and that sometimes the words write me.
Bottled Thoughts May 2017
she thought
that there was more
for her, he's just a bad decision
a blurry vision, alcoholic
but a drunken night in frolic
she will leave
her number still
shoot another gin and sin
chase it down with
stranger lips, lying
to herself she's over him
Bottled Thoughts May 2017
A funny grin was on her face
As she passed out to him
A contact writ in lipstick stain
A reckless drunken tale

Go fetch some water, Jack& Jill
Or I'd suggest you just
Go home it's downhill now from here
And you will miss the bus

Don't give in to destructive whims
To keep your hearts intact
No good love story starts with gin
And shots of double black
Jack fell down and broke his crown, and Jill came tumbling after.
Narcolepsy* hard and heavy watch me fall asleep
            Lulled to bed in a cunning thread of the tangled web we weave
    I dream in pristine colors, windows of my mind anew
No fingerprints or ***** looks or evidence of you

         I find comfort in forever wherever it may be
        I may have left my home but it will always stay with me
                 The smell of all the smoke with the sound of all the rain
   On constant playback every second deep within my brain

        I found that time is all that matters and everything else faded
        I spent years and years learning how to forget everything I hated
    I've only gotten older and have nothing left to show
              Except a ringing alarm clock and blood on my pillow

    
Narcolepsy** hard and heavy watch me as I sleep
     Another pill, another high, another date to keep
      If I shall die before I wake, I hope that I'm with you
    Then it won't matter where I go, cause you will see me through
Bottled Thoughts Apr 2017
As you pick your poison
Keep your composure
For we'll burn the bridges
    When we get there
    Don't worry
    You'll find yourself
In ruts again
But when that happens
You'll remember this poem
    And also that you're good enough
    Remember that when the lights go out
    Be tough, for you cannot beat yourself
Up
A note to self mixed up in cliché.
Bottled Thoughts Apr 2017
White roses
She arrowed through
His unsuspecting heart
Bloomed gardens.
How can such pain cultivate a lovely garden?

A florist once told me about an unpopular symbolic meaning of white roses. She said they are flowers often given after you've done something wrong. A floral offering to ask for forgiveness.
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