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I think people glue themselves together
right after waking up. And sometimes,
there’s no time to get dry
before the alarm clock quakes.
But when they sip their coffee,
or go out for their morning run,
maybe that’s when
they reassure themselves
that the patches of tape
they rushed in the walk
from bed to door
would hold them up together-
at least until the night.
I knew I was going to do this
for a long while,
so I didn’t bother to count.
We’re like those arrows on google maps
threaded together
with software hands-
or push pins on a wall
with a red string in between.
I was riding shotgun all this time
with the windows closed
and the windshield broken.
Perhaps I found the taillights
beautifully bright
that I kept looking back at the paints
on the road.
But I also think that I earned my sleep
and the dreamlessness that comes with it.
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Journey to an unknown world
I turn the page and look
into a book
to see
what world's awaiting me
in some abandoned reverie.
I get lost in my mind
and one more time
I turn around.
I'm waiting for the sound
of footsteps falling on the ground.
Is someone there to guide me
on this journey
through my mind?
I wonder what I'll find
if I just go in searching, blind.
And if I stop or falter
only time will know to tell
what I have done to alter
someone's story told so well.
If I write this adventure down
penned in my own hand
will I know what's lost and what I've found
in journeys through this land?
© Sunny M. Jackson 2013
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The Alchemist
You place your faith
In the maps and charts
Of fools.
You seek what God could never give
To those mighty Conquistadors,
Resplendent buffoons in pantaloons
Searching for a lie.
The fire dances tonight
In your inkwells and your elements.
It overlooks
The shirts, phantom-pressed,
And countless cups of tea
Undrunk, now cold.
The gold
You really desire lies beyond
The Aztecs and the Incas. It lurks
In you. Drag it out, screaming,
Into the pitch midnight
And then, maybe, you will see:
The treasure was always here.
You just needed to claim it.
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Sydnei's Blog No. 6 Not What It Seems
Blog #6 – Not What It Seems Published: December 22, 2103 – 22:16 Written By: Sydnei Patel John didn’t come back last night. Tesla says not to worry that he stays out a lot. Why can’t I remember anything? I want him to come back so he can tell me what is going on. I feel like I’m going crazy. I spent the day cleaning this house! It is disgusting! There are cobwebs everywhere. It looks like no one has lived here in a very long time. This is all really frustrating. I feel like maybe I was in a coma or something and just woke up with no memory of the past. I’ve decided that if John doesn’t get here soon, I’m going to go looking for him. When he does get here, he better be able to explain all this. I’m so mad. Tesla caught me writing this. He said I shouldn’t be posting this online. Something about the internet being a thing of the past. So… Maybe no one will ever read this. Who cares. What does it matter anyway? I’m still going to write it, at least it makes me feel better. Then again
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I like abrupt endings, and I found this poem really interesting. Keep it up