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Everything that once was so simple, now all seems so lost to me.
Lost to the world that fought me.
I feel my words blurring together with a broken jaw type of numbness.
It feels like my thoughts were beaten from my lips from the inside out.
I can still feel the burns of thoughts unsaid. I miss when times were tangible and things were nailed down.
But now my life feels like water.
Violent like the tides, dragging me out into a place where I don’t know how to swim.
It’s the words that I don’t know how to place that fill my lungs with every choking breath.
I’m in life too deep to get out now.
I’m imbedded, addicted.
Fastened to this current.
Like the van der waals force of my heart beating.
My lips tragically crave the taste of air and my heart painfully keeps the rhythm.
Step Step Step Step.
“Let’s go on,” my feet say in agreement with my heart.
The tears drag down and even they demand to be felt.
No parts of me want to go, but they all beat down on me demanding that I supply them with more energy to live.
I grow weak and hobble at my knees and wonder, “When will this addiction end?
When will I get some rest?” and just like that I’m gone.  
Not fighting the current, just floating.
Not swimming, just floating.
Not quite drowning,
but still,
only floating.
Larry Potter Dec 2016
There's a flicker of spark
When I'm inch-space from you
As you play your eyes in a corner
And I peruse your smile.
It would take quite a while
But you won't mind the time
Or this sea of strange faces
Because we're creating ripples.
Starting from this busy table
To the last customer in line.

You blink twice as you speak
And your pretty face will dribble
In the edges of my thoughts
We can do this all day long.
You can sing all your songs
And I'll ****** the lyrics
But we'll all be just fine
Because we're playing one tune.
Inside my rusty old car
Filled with memories of gold.

I'll try to kiss you goodbye
But you'll push my face away
And just hug me anyway
Promised to see me tomorrow
Then you'd quickly turn around
And take a glance once more
Before finally taking a step
Or two away from my car door
Knowing that there's something
Pulling us back together .
Time

Time is a tube that
connects you to ever
the past at one end
and the future the other

Time is the moment
this photo was taken
your first year at school
with your class in the yard

The looks are still there
expectations forever
caught by the shutter
that day in the sun,

decades ago now, many
hopes later. Still learning
what life is connected
by time.

Eelco van der Waals

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