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I was fishing for a clue or the glue; I can't remember which one. But I found myself in black eyeliner - feeling cold and blue, talking gibberish and smelling foul. A rot of a thousand clowns. You circle me, shark-like. You foolishly engage me with your ***** infused breath. I nakedly Tango in my head - scream inwardly, but I see bulls laughing at me with untrusted eyes. I vow never to be that stupid again. Drifting beyond a state of here nor there. A bleeding truth, dreams. Have I gone way too far? I feel the break from the heat, cool breeze. The oven and its scent of fresh baked bread. I am washed of my sins now, but I still feel snakes in my bed. Or is it that I am dreaming it? Bizarre! The fog has covered my eyes - blindly. How will I continue to cope with my own sickening thoughts? No meds, just freelancing. How do you deal with the highs and lows of life? I imagine it and then put it down on paper. For private eyes only. But soon everything comes out to the light - exposed! I settle in for the night and leave all my worries for the morning. Clearly, I never wished to be more - happier. I think I just nudged myself awake!
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Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
The Clown in the Red Scarf
I was fishing for a clue or the glue; I can't remember which one. But I found myself in black eyeliner - feeling cold and blue, talking gibberish and smelling foul. A rot of a thousand clowns. You circle me, shark-like. You foolishly engage me with your ***** infused breath. I nakedly Tango in my head - scream inwardly, but I see bulls laughing at me with untrusted eyes. I vow never to be that stupid again. Drifting beyond a state of here nor there. A bleeding truth, dreams. Have I gone way too far? I feel the break from the heat, cool breeze. The oven and its scent of fresh baked bread. I am washed of my sins now, but I still feel snakes in my bed. Or is it that I am dreaming it? Bizarre! The fog has covered my eyes - blindly. How will I continue to cope with my own sickening thoughts? No meds, just freelancing. How do you deal with the highs and lows of life? I imagine it and then put it down on paper. For private eyes only. But soon everything comes out to the light - exposed! I settle in for the night and leave all my worries for the morning. Clearly, I never wished to be more - happier. I think I just nudged myself awake!
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israel-ortiz-jr
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
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