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I can hear it in the
Atonal scraping of my chair
Across the scuffed linoleum
In the cessant whirring of the fridge
And the dull hum of the fan
Familiar sounds
I have heard a thousand times before
They are nothing in themselves
Not happy or sad
Only known
And yet it is the same with your voice
Creeping out from under a prenumbral
A shy beam of light
I recognize its form
Though it is nothing in itself
Not happy or sad
Only known
A familiar sound

*And yet I do not know you.
One day I'll stop showing my weakness
And people will be too distant to break me
And I'll be sure that all my words are fake
And Silence is the key
I could ramble ceaselessly,
Head ramming concrete walls,
Of all the bruises and of all the strain.

I could curl in agonized frustration,
Fists pumping unsplinting doors,
From all the unresolved questions and searches.

I could sulk and fret,
Tears carving creases in youthful silk,
From all of the wrongs left without vindication.

Or

I could accept the lashes,
Sudden, sharp razors across raw flesh,
Acknowledging that this too shall pass.
Vowels are dug deep, into these pits
That go straight to hell.
(My heart).
Consonants burn in a pile of
Maggots and trash.
(Your heart).
I'll sell you these words if you buy
Me a shovel.
I'll put these letters together and I'll go through the trouble.
(For you).
My red pen is out of ink.
Those ripped up papers have suicide
All.over them.
Burn them with the maggots!
Burn them with the maggots!

This mattress has secrets to tell.
It has your **** smell.
****.
I think of call but know its better to stay away
Focused on work and ways to get my bills paid
Meet new hard to replace you with someone new
Only if you knew what I went through to overcome you when I didn't want to do so
Now I'm keeping busy working so much sometimes I get dizzy
Lots of new but your no where to be found
Always will to share with others doing things because I can not because I have to
Hoping to move up find opportunity to take me somewhere better
I'm clearing my mind doing what needs to be done
I don't drink so I seen as no fun
Sleep deprived still on the go others will never know
Getting ready for the day taking the kiddo to school
I'm listening to music to get me pumped about the day
Writing because I'm at peace things are well
I want a rush but its a temporary fix that fades
I don't think about her as much
Tired of missing people who don't want to be part of my life
Work is great I just do what needs to be done
I've been planning a date night
Making me time or hang with someone special
I'm one who loves and willing to do so
No one accepts I'm not lowering myself to be accepted
I smile more for once things feel right
I laugh because others actually have a sense of humor
Thankful for everything and the little things
bjj
It feels great to be back on the mats doing jujitsu not use a GI but I'm picking up on everything. I want to get my black belt and compete in tournaments
I've been feeling change because of it eating better, cutting back, regaining flexibility, waking up muscles recalling muscle memory.
Getting into patterns learning to execute moves better; I may not be one of the best, but I give my best so everyone gets better.
Competing with blue belts is another level but I see myself just as good or better. I'll earn their respect I don't expect them to give it to me.
I'd like to teach class one I get my skills down share my craft. I'm doingit for me but if others benefit that's a bonus. I'm glad to make it happen
The boy acts like he's cutting himself with scissors, laughing as if it's hilarious, a joke.
The girls Oh my god I'm going to **** myself,
I wish I would just die,
go shoot yourself,
go dig a hole and die in it,
**** yourself.
I don't understand how it's funny.
How has this become something taken so lightly?
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