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Who gave Time legs anyway-
that he should run away from me?
Laughters come in pairs
and I am a left shoe
looking for the right.
[Come find me,
come find me,]
I'll find you.
So stop hiding.
Walking backwards on rotation
is an axis for set-aside foolishness;
but if I would skip as if I were
already there,
it should work.
First time inventions
always like to crack.
Don't ask me to scrap it all
like my unstarted fictions
I haven't wagered to the trash bins yet;
you're the end of a book
I'm never putting down.
The librarian shelved you in mystery
and me in poetry-
we should have been spine by spine
in fantasy.
Or fairy tale
or romance.
We should have a whole genre to ourselves.
But now we're whiter,
blanker
than my problem solving test space.
And I've already encircled the final therefore;
the final answer.
You say you're not an artist
but you've been painting
with my pencils for me.
Why'd you leave when we were just about to look at it?
But then I wasn't giving it love either.
I was more than preoccupied with you going further.
And I couldn't follow.
So even breaths could be broken.
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cycle.
(birth.)
i walk home, crisp shoelaces, bloodied nose
middle of autumn, frothing at the mouth
kids took summer skin too far, brought on apocalypse
i tell myself it will be over soon, wintertime freckles
will be here
incensed
(childhood.)
stove milk and delicate murmurs
the technicolor alphabet teaches itself
purple bowls with animal faces
hospital bracelets around tiny wrists
won’t come loose
mama
(adolescence.)
the clouds are gasoline, wisps of gin, addicted
there is vomit on the floor, new candy sores
sky is burning, orange with hungry flame, vying
i don’t know who to talk to, crying
let me go
alive
(adulthood.)
doctor
Literature
Sudden awakening
Aghast and panic-stricken I awoke,
risen from a dark, deep slumber.
I found myself in an alien place,
once my home, but no longer.
What have happened I soon understand,
and a look in the mirror confirms my fear.
It shows me having grown even older,
with a little new wrinkle here and there.
Trembling, no longer able to stand
I fall back in my chair, into despair.
Why does this keep happening to me?
Is my life now finally beyond repair?
Literature
The Introvert's Curse
The Introvert’s Curse
As I sit in a room, alone, waiting;
I wonder what this day will bring.
Will there be excitement, laughter?
Adventure, exploration, action?
Excitement grows inside of me!
As I sit in a room, alone, waiting;
I realize that I am afraid of that.
What if something goes wrong?
Why did I make any plans at all?
I feel awkward, silent, uneasy.
As I sit in a room, alone, waiting;
I am convinced excitement is wrong.
Action, exploration, adventure?
I want them no longer; go away!
Silence; racing thoughts race away.
As I sit in a room, alone, waiting…
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I think everyone has their own version of heartbreak. Artists, writers, just add a bit of more to it.
Heartbreaks can be art, who knew.
Heartbreaks can be art, who knew.
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indeed, very well done explaining emotions.