My search for wisdom

Hello

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FML

how am i supposed to reply
i’m too shy to exist
but yet i have this list
and all these words
but i can’t piece together
a phrase that seems to mean
what i want to mean
i know i want it so say
your stupid pretty and i want to go out with you
but it keeps coming out as
“ble i like your face”

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unique piece by piece

word order puzzling
with expressions
being boiled down
to simple adjectives
coupled with easy phrases

that try not to over flow
the senses for the first time
expressions and chance
encounters lead the eyes
and portray the mind
to see a first factual rendering
of the person you want
this knew smile,
to understand you to be.

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color blind and shy

she will tell me her hair was pink
though i can never tell the shade
at first glance i saw red, from the road
of white buttons that lead up to her smile
and a mop that cropped to the side
a series of strings all red and divine
sleeping in a wave above her eyes
i felt my cheeks begin to match her tint
so i order my drink and did my best to suppress
my shyness, reaching for a menu
to escape my awkward fate
still she smiles and took my order,
Tea, sweat, no lemon.

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Bleh

White walls welcome tired eyes with neutral tidings. Had I been more awake the sound of my vans squeaking against. Polished floor might have made me a grey. I can’t help but let that go, due to the shear lack of conscious feeling stumbling one foot after the other towards the time clock. Today is another Friday behind that wall of work. I can’t feel good or bad about the teadiem, because if fuels my many habits. I will soldier on, past the smells and cross glasses. Waiting my way through a day where every joke I make just sets me firmly in my place as the resident nerd. I should wear a lab coat.

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Thought Suspended in the throes of a simple night
pondering measurements, suturing sugar with cream 
though mathematically challenged
I assume all the jars tip south
spilling softly over their brim 
though the fire that forged its warmth,
Dwindled around the back end s of the evening
when the rain starts falling
I get so thirsty tapping the window pane
watching the sky empty, 
hungry for a southern meaning to the tone of this clock ticking
despite the eve of dreams
the coffee steaming in my cup 
sleeps undisturbed, I feel like the only life in the room
are the ripples in the black water and brown clouds
coming as gifts of vibrations from the cars outside
splash on through the night

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skin

indentations

exist displaced by tensions
springing back
as fast as they fell
to the pressure of your lips
kissing the bits
that fall prey to light
nd dreft before eyes
that devour while

the sun begins to rise

 

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Son of the morning

there’s a white ball of lights
that lives each night
then dies in the morning
fading as fast as it lived
giving all of its self
even as the star that bore its brilliance
takes the last of its existence…

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Lemons and such

Disassemble this place
with bricks and paint
reduced to letters and faint reflections
dissolve the walls and the world
and all the things that solidify this life
reduce it all to single serving responses
translated as neurons firing
through a web of thoughts.
this is the start, the point
where change is possible
the place where hope and faith
make their stand against pain
or pointless suffering, this is the trigger
for a world you can live in.

it is human to do so, with a smile

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"Ear to ear"

a smile
And All the bones
that sleep beneath the skin
seem like new inventions
from beautiful minds, generating
futuristic suspension bridges
that hang open over endless seas
that rore with inspiration
and carry across the tongue
in waves of honesty
that equil out in simple parts
creativity and Something
I have always been missing

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bubble trouble

paradise is spelled with the letters
that form her name, when i’m not thinking
doodling a better future

with my fingers tracing my emotions
into the light around my knees
as the tub fills with water
and the mirror fills with steam,
a quiet stumbling mind
listing for a phone down the hall

and a possible wakeup call…


these are the feelings
that come and go
in the limbo between certain affection
and all encompassing fear.

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“i want to break free”

born wild and full of future
we are trained from birth
to be as time as the world
we have erected around our laws


the heart can’t be faulted
for fluttering nor can the eyes
or the weakest uncontrolled machine
our minds, driven to flights of wonder
they seem the easiest to set to ground
like clipping the wings of angels
enough punishment and desperation
can turn us into dogs,

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he drinks the morning

A well of sorts
sporting golden arms
reaching down into the earth
to fill buckets of illusions
each a different sense of delusion
a simple affliction, worsening
as our imagination becomes numb
and all extravagance feels cold
to the tongue

 

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split second sensations
and lightning bolts
splinter the flesh
as yellow lines

and textures dissolve
into tattoos
of fluid shock spreads
in scatter from particles
singing the mind and multiplying

with contact, static shocks the lips
and sets this world
and my life into a  tailspin

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