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At the post office
Waiting in line

A woman walks in
goes to the corner
Sets her trash bag down
and mumbles to herself for a while

As she leaves she opens
The door
And says ‘it’s okay sweetie, come on
come on now baby
let’s go’

And I can’t tell if she’s talking to an
invisible dog
or
an invisible child

I become aware of a profound, atavistic
sadness lingering in the air
that I can somehow sense
but cannot feel.

I drop off my package
And quietly resolve to not spend
too much time
trying to figure out why
all of this is
I'm underwater but I feel like I'm on top of it
I'm at the bottom and I don't know what the problem is
I'm in a box
But I'm the one who locked me in
Suffocating and I'm running out of oxygen
@nfrealmusic
 Sep 2019 ItxNotTrixh
Jude Quinn
Do you remember your dream?
The one where you finally felt
emotionally complex,
the one where you looked in the mirror
and were able to call yourself
"A real human being"?

These days I wake-up
every cold morning
and have some trouble remembering it.
I look around and see
many have the same problem as me.

Perhaps
the key is to realize
we are not alone.

We are all a little lost.
 Sep 2019 ItxNotTrixh
cap
A.M.
 Sep 2019 ItxNotTrixh
cap
Good morning, You
A person of interest in the crimes against my heart
 Sep 2019 ItxNotTrixh
Cameron W
I cannot lie and say it will not break my heart,
To loose you even more, to be so far apart,
And I know the way I am, sorry it will be farewell,
For id rather stay silent, a truth too hard to tell,
I can make an empty promise, say we'll keep in touch,
But to put myself through such misery will truly be too much,
So I’m waiting for the day you no longer rule my dreams,
I see your face less clearly when I close my eyes it seems,
Blurring out the last few good parts of me,
Until like you they become just a memory.
I think this is what it feels like
to be even somewhat a normal person?

Is that what it feels like
to be stable?
Not sad?
Not manic?
No some god-awful mixture
of both at the same time?

I don't have much to say.
I only write poems when I'm sad.
Or manic.
Or mixed.
And I'm not.

I'm really not.
 May 2019 ItxNotTrixh
Zia
Untitled
 May 2019 ItxNotTrixh
Zia
nothing like a
good cup of tea
while the clouds
bellow like an angry sea
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