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The truth is odd.
Sometimes, it hurts.
Sometimes, it's good for us.
And sometimes, you don't know how to react to it.
I told her the truth, and that's what she said.
Word
for
word.
Looking toward the mirror
Everything behind me
Try to forget
But it comes back
I am your scars
I am your traumas
I am your failures
I am your disappointments
Hello.
I've been waiting for
you for
about three minutes.
You are
earlier than usual.
Are you ready for lunch?
Wait!
I got
a present for
you.
Me and my girl were recently having a conversation, that broadened perspectives and led to revelations. Trying to define relational lines, while avoiding proverbial landmines. I always tell her that to me she's like the sands of time, timeless.
Poetry has taught me
That even without conversation
There are still ways
To inspire ideas
To express emotion
To connect comrades
Even without conversation
One can always use their voice
Talking is exhausting.
I have to force myself to be eloquent, to say it right
To speak clearly and attentively
So much energy is used.
live in the moment and have some fun
you're blind, you're naive, you never listen
get crazy and wild; worry when you're done
mind's empty, heart's dull, but your soul glistens
Hey, what’s your name?
I’m so charming, i’ll leave a bad taste in your mouth. But don’t put me to blame.
I’m the perfect fit for you.
I have this ideal,
This unattainable goal;
If I could make it real,
I'd finally feel whole.
These times alone I enjoy,
I mean no deceit.
But solitude I'd gladly destroy
Respect my time, friend,
And I'll respect yours.
See this novice recital to an end,
And play with me an overture.
I'm a busy person, you see,
Though I'd be glad to relax together.
Listen --
We are siblings, you and I
Two halves to the same whole.
You crumble and crackle and scream your frustration
All darkness and fury, blood in the water.
Yes, I see you clearly:
“Because I love you,” is so simple,
A phrase that can mend or cripple.
The sun rises to mark a beginning,
But once it sets again, isn’t it chilling?
Sitting can do no justice
to your beautiful voice
(even though it is not really so)
I think people skew things to how they want to hear them
so when we talk I love
the exchange of words to each other
Juliet 12:34 AM: Romeo?
Juliet 12:35 AM: Romeo!
Juliet 12:35 AM: Where for art thou?!
Juliet 12:37 AM: ROMEO, WHY WONNE'TH THEE ANSWER MY TEXTS?!
I used to talk to trees. Often I sought their branches to hold me when I felt my body to small to contain what I held. They would talk me back into it- taught me how to grow inside a husk
Just give me good conversation,
And I will return three-fold.
I do not mean nonstop, interesting topics.
Simply, back and forth, looking-in-the-eye,
Honest, straight-talk, good conversation.
I see the faces of my friends
and they see mine.
At least, it looks like me,
but when they look into my eyes
they can't see the tears streaming
underneath the mask of my busy chewing,
Isolation is a dear friend of mine,
We know each other well
Day after day I watch peers go by
With stories they’ll never tell
Deeper.
Can you go deeper than that, don't just scratch my surface then leave.
You can't tell where we'll go from that and I'm too much of a woman to beg for you to come back.
I am lazy
Says the critic in me
I'm too hard on myself
Replies my kinder side
Maybe I can work harder?
My inner optimist chimes in
But what's the point?
Asks my depression
Life becomes rather monochromatic
when you become very melodramatic,
because your friends aren't really estatic
to talk to the self fanatic,
and social interation becomes problematic,
Oh, I've got no problem eating alone.
Make no mistake--
I can eat what I want when I want it.
I can think how I
look like I
go where I want.
I can see whom I please,
Say what I mean,
Mom, you do not have OCD because you like clean sideboard.You are neat and I congratulate youbut you do not have OCD until your head is filled with a montage of shattering plates,bursting lightbulbs,smashing vases,
Jazz bar
Ten to midnight
Love Jones furniture
Starlit evening
with smooth jazz
and a cocktail
scented air we can both enjoy
with our festive drinks. We'll be
sitting at the booths
I’m talking to you,
And I see the weight fall off your shoulders and onto your face
"I see the way you look at me."
"In what way do I look at you?"
"Like you've already fallen in love."
Who am I? Why am I here? What should I strive for?
How will I know when I’ve achieved success?
Congressmen lie
The people know
"The end must be nigh!"
"Wait, judges don't, you know?"
"Well, why don't they?"
"They're only elected once,
So it doesn't matter what they say."
My opinions are right
Anyone else's is stupid and aren't worth a second thought
You’re stupid, I am smart
You're wrong, oh so wrong
Say something. Give me your voice.
"Care."
Reason? Tell you why?
Everyday is a challenge.
A growing fight. An enormous struggle.
"May I say more?" Hand is raised.
