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this is a trick. the ghosts of the past are not gone. sweeping smoke beneath their doormats whispering, "get in" within their smiling teeth. they are talking to my rubber face. happy to be learning to say no, i can contentedly and stubbornly say "are you crazy?" and walk away. this is something i never would have been able to do before. i was never good at knowing when indulgence under the surface was for pleasure or to reverberate even further into the echoes of pain. notice the easy grace in the red flag painted morning warning some of the coming rain. tell them i am typing this poem on a phone screen walking into a building supposed to fill me with knowledge. tell them that some of these people took in the lonely smoke wandering around in the night looking for a warm mouth; they are high today. tell them that some of them don't need the bitter whip of substance to substitute for beauty. tell them i have walked away; and let them know that i am the happiest that i have ever been. ~
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Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
greetings
this is a trick. the ghosts of the past are not gone. sweeping smoke beneath their doormats whispering, "get in" within their smiling teeth. they are talking to my rubber face. happy to be learning to say no, i can contentedly and stubbornly say "are you crazy?" and walk away. this is something i never would have been able to do before. i was never good at knowing when indulgence under the surface was for pleasure or to reverberate even further into the echoes of pain. notice the easy grace in the red flag painted morning warning some of the coming rain. tell them i am typing this poem on a phone screen walking into a building supposed to fill me with knowledge. tell them that some of these people took in the lonely smoke wandering around in the night looking for a warm mouth; they are high today. tell them that some of them don't need the bitter whip of substance to substitute for beauty. tell them i have walked away; and let them know that i am the happiest that i have ever been. ~
:shift happens:
lilah-raethe
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Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
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