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worries and fears make for strange bedfellows - they hold your hand, as if to soothe you, and then whisper into your ears a long list of names of the people who loathe you. i try not to be bitter, i try to escape mental quicksands. but here's when i don't mind being called a quitter, at least i have time, and my own heart in my own hands. when my bedfellows turn to talk to me in the dead of night, i turn too - a blind eye, no indication of despair or delight. it is better that they rest in a bed together, i'd like to run as far away as possible - the less i know, the better.
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Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 10:10 AM UTC
to not knowing - NaPoWriMo #16
sometimes i make the bed for my bedfellows - worries and fears are tucked in quite happily, and sometimes, i kiss them goodnight - with love, and with the knowledge that they are asleep, away from me. i close my eyes, and revel in my sleep knowing that they won't bother me - i'm not in that deep. with ease, i cruise through the landscape of my mind, wary of what might face me, accepting of what i might find. it is wiser to not challenge the faces and voices you hear and see, you owe it to your dreams, a half-awake debtor, it is wiser still, to happily avoid loss - the less i know, the better.
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Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 10:20 AM UTC
to not knowing pt. ii - NaPoWriMo #17
past tense verbs with their pesky sense of definity divinity those who drink the water say is the now and already there but what was makes me weep and I can't breathe now not with my neck craned around-intimately eyeing the ghosts of christmases passed and oh god, don't make me hear "eventually" I can't stomach "let it happen" I've known you in nine lives I've remembered you in all nine and in the eleventh hour you've made a pearly bust of your apathy but your lips are half parted I drip with desire but I only ever see you when I follow the hand around the clock
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Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 9:16 PM UTC
the passing of time
She is home, four wheels initials in the back the boys call her home she has always been there the one thing they've always had the eldest rebuilds her, calls her baby the younger falls asleep in her passenger seat the impala is his home she has seen the boys at their best and their worst And she will be there when it's over.
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Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 12:08 AM UTC
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