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pleblderblerbmerbcschrb 9h

Running on this hamster wheel,
the tongue starts to feel cold.

When will saying everything
we think
start feeling old?

pleblderblerbmerbcschrb Jun 18

We’d start our trek
to see the fire
flying in the sky.

The overwhelm encompassed
by the empty in our eyes.

We’d take it out on one another,
thinking this is wrong.
But maybe we just needed plans
for road trips that are long.

pleblderblerbmerbcschrb Jun 17

AOW

Blood filled ears between the trees,
gaze deep in canyons below.
This is meant for me as hand arises
once one asks
“Who’s first?”

Dauntless? Perhaps not my claim,
but not a jitter in the knee
when falling back and forgetting to question,
worry, think or ask.

This is meant for me,
but where might one find thrill like this
in Texas?

#adrenaline

pleblderblerbmerbcschrb Jun 14

Boulders in Me

My muse,
My teacher,
My arrow,
Dead star.

Please be so joyous, wherever you are.
Or one could convince the solution is me,
and in my weak arms isn’t where you should be.

This could be untrue,
my heart knows how to lie,
but you really did strike as a beautiful guy.

And not with your looks, that you fought with so bad -
in the soul of your eyes, a spark you always had.

My muse saw my pieces more clearly than me,
and left me to find out what beauty could be.
Just to detest and claim crippled and frail.
It’s not up to my muse,
yet feels like a fail.

See, many have views on what we should or not,
but self shame I shan’t towards the longings I’ve got.

pleblderblerbmerbcschrb Jun 14

I’m Here

You’re not,
or perhaps you are.
The update has been rescheduled for years now -
the system is beyond laggy.
Inexpressible grief engulfs
my heart seeing how beautiful
the place is
you left me to be.

#co

pleblderblerbmerbcschrb Jun 9

Open Contact

I’d write a poem
about how irritated my gums are,
but the pain is far too consistent
for me to be cute about it.
There’s a tiny man
living between my teeth,
hacking away at my gums,
and the wretched dentist made it worse.
So here I sit,
23 going on 57,
requesting a dentist appointment as I drink mules and watch men argue over solids and stripes,
unaware that a blue collar worker is making my gums throb.

pleblderblerbmerbcschrb Jun 5

The Father

My best friend loves God a lot,
and I guess I do, too,
but it’s been a while since we’ve spoken,
and I’m not sure if he thinks about me as much anymore.
Nobody thinks we’re friends because I’ve made some decisions that divvy from what I might’ve been born to do,
but maybe he’ll understand I’m not a marriage counselor,
and my existence was never going to keep my parents together.