And I can't forget your style or your Cynicism. Somehow it was like you were the First to Listen to everything we said. My smile's an open wound without you and my hands are tied to pages inked to bring you back.
I've always loved christmas lights with their soft, simple glow and the way they made me feel when I was back in our car in a puffy oversized coat squished between sleeping kids and all our new toys with my face close to the window where I can feel the cold just on the other side looking out at the streets all the warm houses each with their own christmas story but here I am in our car christmas songs playing softly in the background our parents talking quietly about the party but the parties are all over now and soon the decorations will be gone but next year you will take down your dusty boxes open the lids se thise christmas lights and all those car ride memories will come flooding back as that sense of confort and safety washes over you you will have answered your own question -why do you hang Christmas lights in your room?
22 December 2018 I imagined my mind knowing better felt my viscera quiver. the birds get startled into flight though always round-trip. it’s good to be home alone not that you would if I had anything to do about it but we make do. life sucks its thumb. you’re right where you’re meant to be. who’s to say blankets aren’t party dresses or that eyes can only wet in one way. gloveless in this eventide chill. luckily we aren’t parting thickets for interstices for clarity. I empathise with the trees that bend out of light’s way at least till rough limbs creep up gently against glass they refuse to crack. dirty bedroom window remains so. it treasures the head that rested on it oil and all pondering the ease with which we dance around naked intention. show me it’s possible to live and for quite a while without flowering a new wound. how lovely we are in our natural state. taste of raw tongue on my tongue waves fragile at our feet. we stay dipped long enough for our digits to grow old shrivel without fear. something once felt too cruel to endure. I would not have chosen to float if given the option. but now i’ll swim.
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January 12, 2019 11:42am EST
“People look JOLLY today” he thought, digging his LAIR in the blanket. “Before I’ve rarely seen such liveliness and GLEE. What happened to the GLOOM of cold, GRIM winter days?” And TUGGING at the SWAG of spiny holly leaves he GASPED, surprised and STUNG and wondered, rightly so, “What is so special in this icy day of late December to CRAM the house with thorny branches, GILDED ribbons, balls and pines? For me all days are equal, I BASK, idle, chase rats, it may sound empty or boring but that’s the life of cats!”
☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾ I don't look at the world the way I once did. I use to find words in silent places, like the space between two yearning hands, or the waiting room of a hospital. Lately I only see in black and white, lately, I don't find poetry between the lines. Lately I find myself becoming more and more unfeeling. ☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾ I don't want to be a flower, I want to be an evergreen Don't tell me I must die and come back only in Spring I want to breathe in the cold of winter and live in the tears of autumn I want to watch cities crumble, and people rebuild what's left There are meteors waiting to collide with us, this is just the beginning. I don't want to be a flower, I want to be an evergreen I'm tired of having wilted petals, and tender hands caressing me I am sturdy, I hold my own I want to constantly renew myself until the rest of the world doesn't stand a chance. ☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
TBN 12/10/18 sneak peak/rough draft Sometimes it feels like you can read my mind. I wanted to be with you, and just kiss you, and you said “be mine right now”. Sometimes it feels like you can read my mind. I wasn’t feeling to great, but I had this behavior for you to not know, but I still wanted to tell you, and you reassured me and told me we can talk, if needed. Sometimes it feels like you can read my mind. Sometimes if feels like you can read me. You knew everything before I could even think it. -WIGBM
i saw you today, i cried. i feel stupid, i dislike yet love you. i've tried to move on, i thought i made progress then i saw you and it all went away, all the moving on, and the trying, right then and there i knew i madly loved you...i wanted to be okay if id ever saw you, i wanted to be able to not love you, i guess its just not my time, im so tired of trying, i wish i could just do it...
Southwest Gothic weather vanes spinning wildly even though there's no wind sunsets bathing everything in saturated light before all the color disappears old homesteads leaning to one side everything covered in cobwebs walking in the desert alone but you're not alone someone on the crest is crawling with you waking up to the sound of a complete downpour but looking outside and it hasn't rained even a drop your walls have eyes and they've seen