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we all  narrate
our own destinies
smoothing the edges of
dubious memory
so we become hero
or victim, as we see fit

we paint our words with
colour and passion
and make some areas
grey or black
shading the story,
so that our heart remains clean

it is only in the small print
foot notes, that we write
codiciles and retractions
that we give a nod to time

the nebulous truth
obfuscated  by time
and the blurred re-telling
becomes the urban legends
of our minds....

our very own fairy  tales
and once upon a times
seen through the
kaliedescope of fathertime
My brother's and I all remember the legend stories of our youth...differently
 Dec 2017 Ironatmosphere
sol
April
 Dec 2017 Ironatmosphere
sol
I'm grateful
to view the moon
and it's beauty
let its light touch my body

To see the sunset
the magical  
time of day
where the sun goes off
to shine other parts of the earth
see the sunrise
coming up again to
light up my day

I'm waiting for spring
to see the flowers bloom
the trees living
butterflies flying

I'm waiting to live again
be connected with everything around me
 Jun 2017 Ironatmosphere
skyler
everything about you
was soft
from the way you brushed my hair away from my face
and gently kissed my cheek
to the way you rested your hand on my back
or slipped it securely into mine
everything was soft
except for the way you looked at me
for your eyes were hungry
and drowned in desire
but they were rough waters
i would love to slip under

s.s
 Jun 2017 Ironatmosphere
sancus
in the world of make-
believe, you're the illusion
and i'm the dreamer.
i need to stop writing about you.
 May 2017 Ironatmosphere
skyler
maybe being honest
is always so tough
because to you
my everything
is never good enough

s.s
 May 2017 Ironatmosphere
skyler
i was in a lowercase kind of mood

s.s
 May 2017 Ironatmosphere
Monotone
The kiss of death
awaits us all,
but some await
the kiss of death.
 May 2017 Ironatmosphere
skyler
i bleed my soul on paper
all through a poets euphoric bliss
to avoid bleeding life
all through severely broken wrist

s.s
 May 2017 Ironatmosphere
skyler
there's a wonderful pain
when metal touches skin
that somehow releases
monsters bottled within
quick hand movements
observed through tear blurred eyes
and if you go deep enough
you can earn deaths sweet prize
but waking in the morning
with red stained arms
leaves you paranoid with guilt
setting off silent alarms

s.s
 May 2017 Ironatmosphere
skyler
help
 May 2017 Ironatmosphere
skyler
i need help
before i help myself
because my helping hand
is only leading me to hell

s.s
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