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Nan T Sep 10
last year
i discovered
ren

music
personified
he is
an example
an inspiration
to many

he
understands
because
he
has been
there

where?

in those
dark
scary
recesses
of
your
mind

he has
been there
and
back again

his
suffering
was
so much
more
than
mine

he has
been there
and
back again

if he can deal with
his health challenges
then
surely i can endure
mine as well

if only
i
knew
how

how?  ren

he is
a musical map
back
to
sanity

this is
what it means
to be
inspirational
don't know Ren?   Check out his videos at https://www.youtube.com/@RenMakesMusic
Nan T Sep 5
two cars depart
a path we know
like the back
of our hands

a beginning expected
no hint of
what was to come

the threshold
of familiarity
suddenly breached

the look of confusion
I feel echoes on his face
as I drive by

two cars separate
one turns
the other straight

fog fills my brain
overflowing
into the world
around me

my thoughts
flood with indecision

forward or back
known or unknown
both shrouded

an eternity passes
I turn around
head back to
where I came from

the vanished threshold
more fog in its place

I follow the confused face
an inkling of a memory

a single building emerges
a beacon of light

beyond the beacon
a choice to be made
almost but not quite

I spy an empty lot
I must do what I dread

I place the call
I try to explain

my journey continues
two cars reunite

a little less hazy
a little less confused
a lot more concerned

the beginning
of the end
of my driving
Nan T Sep 10
I rage
In frustration

I cry
in frustration

talking
is the
beginning
of the storm
a few
dark clouds
from a
few
forgotten words
I knew
ten
seconds ago

the storm intensifies

an attempted
story
explanation
question
answer
yet
comprehension
is a rare jewel
still
hidden
in
the
mud

too fast
too slurred
too loud
too quiet

not enough patience
not enough words
not enough listeners
not enough time

the tornado begins
and ends the same
with a rush of
inability
and
embarrassment
and
wonder

why

I am
too frequently
the source of
mine
John Reilly May 2019
at 4 A.M.
you do these things
they become habit
eating in the middle of the night
waking up as routine
contemplating your plight
contemplation
of you
what you do
in the middle of the night
is that really you
or a symptom
or side effect
did you choose the road here
or is it a neurological pathway
a chemical imbalance
a plaque to your horror
at 4A.M.
contemplating
taking things apart
or are they
taking
apart
you
wrote this ages ago it seems but never posted.  I'm actually sleeping past 4AM now which helps my sanity a ton!  Thanks trazadone.
ShFR Oct 2018
8 fifteen in the morning,
huddled around a wooden framed door,
awaiting today’s moderator,
another professional development,
Restorative Practices,
the art of inclusion,
the art of accountability;
Skill building,
Cooperation,
The mutual hate among us as we stare into a dark room,
windowless,
Awaiting another 7 hour day of ice breakers,
We clutch our coffees and populate the lone corner —
— 12 capacity room in the basement,
All 15 of us,
Good morning: let’s begin
© 2018 by S Fraz All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of S Fraz
Alien Jun 2018
I saw her there beside the sea,
the way she laughed at it
like the sea spoke to her
as it washed the sand tickling her feet
she looked at me
not how most people look at each other
but with shy eyes
asking me to join her
I sat there beside her
she covered her hands with her long sleeved shirt
took my hand and put it against the wet sand

"the sea has felt every feeling there is to feel, give away the pain you've been forced to feel, it will sink it in away from you, wait for it," she said

I knew at that moment she was my destiny,
but is she real
Alien Jun 2018
that night as my heart played the piano
my eyes washed away my ****** expressions,
the feelings were overwhelming I couldn't swallow
**** it, all these abusive therapy sessions,
traumatized me now I’m so shallow
I float away in another dimension.
Lavina Akari May 2016
i am not a human, i am a mirror.
i have no identity, there is no 'me'
do you like what you see?

— The End —