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On the other side of the mountain, I will find my nest of nurture And it will lead me gently to the sea. And who I'll meet, I know not. And what I'll do, I know not. But I know that it will bring me back to me.
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Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 9:41 AM UTC
The Facebook Update (which turned into a poem of sorts)
Clickety clack clickety clack, Suitcase wheels over the cracks, Business men and business ladies, Men and women some with babies, The noise they make with heavy pacing, Sends my heart heavily racing, Pneumatic tyres would be better, I'll need to send the makers a letter, Small cases with high pitch sound, Ladies with fast walking grace, Heavy gait of business men, Large cases with a steady bass, Trip trap across the road, Off the pavement to the gutter, Checking left and right for traffic, Straight across without a stutter, Clickety clickety clickety clack, Two abreast and walking past, Clickety clickety clickety clack, Like a train approaching fast.
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May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 5:11 AM UTC
Clickety clack clickety clack
My heart is an overflowing suitcase my red dress you liked so much the one with the horses is spilling out along with that jumper you wore once and the shirt i bought for 50p in bricklane my insecurities have been buried deep but they are demanding to see the sun now i sit on my suitcase in a crowded airport i don't know where i'm going all i have is this overflowing suitcase, no ticket, where am i going? Many strangers have walked by, some had friendly faces so i whispered sometimes shouted: 'a little help' mostly non have stopped the few that have, leave me with old memories they no longer want to hold on to and i've become accustomed to carrying the burdens... i think they can see it on my face so i pretend i have room in my suitcase after all i'm not really going anywhere and they seem to be
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Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
chipping orange painted nails over a dining table
Do you ever want to spit your own tongue out Apologize to God for using it as a sword to slit your own throat after absent-mindedly digging into the hearts of others with your words Do you ever want to shove your brain into a suitcase and "accidentally" leave it on a train headed for the bottom of the sea Because you don't know how to use the thoughts that have grown from your own brain stem Are you ever allergic to yourself? Do you sneeze as you sniff your own stupidity? Do you want to soak in a bathtub full of forgiveness Wash yourself with the soap of solitude (re-surface your skull) Well I need to remember that nobody is perfect And that I shouldn't hate myself But all of me has self-destructed for existing How do you stuff a pipe cleaner into a soul How to come back from that How to clean out the inside of a straw How to yank open a locked-jaw and leave it gaping in order to be filled with the endless love mercy acceptance Offered by the Person who has created me into more than I could have ever been by my-- self.
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
Self.critical.