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So it was my first time see,
I sat in that chair and waited patiently…
Doing something l have never done before,
No turning back now, I have gone through the door ..

They all watched as she applied the potion,
I held my breath because I chose the option…
Now to see the big reveal
I wondered how my mom would feel…

Ten minutes later and I am all done,
No turning back now, nowhere to run…
Was I afraid or even a bit scared?
Will I be OK, or will they look at me weird?

I was told to face my fears,
To take a chance, to change the gears...
So I will step into the new year,
With my freshly bleached hair!
My eyes only focus
on my regrets of the past.

My fingers only touch
my scars that never heal.

My ears only hear
my own vitriol.

My words only mention
me, myself, and I.

Self-absorbed in pain.
Reposted due to glitches upload
 Jan 2018 Dave Cortel
larissa
Time
 Jan 2018 Dave Cortel
larissa
taking advantage
of her patience
is abuse
she will be vulnerable
 Jan 2018 Dave Cortel
James Floss
When a cat
Splats
Flat on your lap

(That black cat
That first heard “****!"
But came right back)

With no care in the world
Dives deep into cat nap
On your lap

Pray a poem of thanks:
This stretching feline
Trusts you
Love is like the wild rose-briar;
Friendship like the holly-tree.
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms,
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again,
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now,
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That, when December blights thy brow,
He still may leave thy garland green.
When out of a clear sky, the bright

Sky over Japan, they tumbled the

death of light,

For a moment, it's said, there was

brilliance sword-sharp,

A dazzle of white, and then dark.

Into the cavernous blackness, as

home to hell,

Agonies crowded; and high above

in the swell

Of the gentle tide of the sky, lucid

and fair,

Men floated serenely as angels

disporting there.
My hands are way too cold
I haven't written a word
I should do something else
I should
Just
Find some time
I should drink tonight
And sleep twelve hours
Or play that saxophone
It gathered so much dust
I can smoke cigarettes and sing songs
Drive to the country to see the stars
Paint my feelings
Watch movies
Tell stories
Write

Gah!
But if only I had the time!
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