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in her palm
a small pool
on its surface
a bear's coarse hair
no longer spinning
pointing west
Because you will not talk with me
i am losing my identity
i feel threats to my safety
cannot speak safely
i want to talk
need someone to talk to
but not about the weather
the political climate
nuclear reactors gone full-on disasters
No! I need someone who can relate
to my emotions, suicidal tendencies
Don't flee!
Because you will not talk with me
i try to suppress
so you will not stress
break off pieces of me
so you don't have to see
that i'm crying for help
and not just in my sleep
i suppress my emotions
so your comforts not broken
like my heart is...
because you will not talk with me
Tough conversations?
avoid at all costs!
is the price of my life
too fucking high?
Because you will not talk with me
i feel lonely at home
i feel hollow inside
emotions hide yet seep through
threatening my life
but I don't share my strife
even simple frustrations
in calm parts of my life
are withheld to appease
i feel like i can't please you
no matter what i do
if i let emotions slip
that's it!
You move away physically
because you will not talk with me
until i regain control
masking emotions
with polite conversations
of weather and politics
and nuclear holocaust.
when they nail you by the head
to the rude rough wooden post
with a good grip, peel so slow
rip skin from screaming flesh
exposure burns in freedom's light
and we leak. oh god, how we leak
this one inspired just now by reading tsotha's latest in 30-30
http://forum.literotica.com/showpost.php?p=54431762&postcount=417
suppression of expression
internal damnation
sometimes conflict is necessary
it's not the
f
a
l
l
it's the tense before the crash
fear of road rash that causes
anxiety assault, not your fault
the way the bodies wired, tired of trying
to pump an adrenal dump,
avoid the insanity and not let on you've been bit
by some snake from the hole in your mind
time to grit your teeth and get down and dirty
gritty, in the fray and face of the commonplace
feelings you feel,
shake them up a snow globe moment
of tumult, but it always rains pretty
and settles eventually
sometimes the best option is to crash
wait for the dust to settle in hope
you havn't lost any limbs.
oh happy smiles
from happy ear to ear
across the liquid miles
though not the auburn hair
but mooing at the moon? awesome![]()
A serious faced young man with laugh wrinkles,
patient while the elder dressed and braved the morning,
stumbled to the field of combat, scrubbed and coffeed,
casting aspersions on the youngers parentage
to have awakened him at that hour.
A laugh, shoulder slap, uncases his weapon,
assembles and sights down the barrel
fires at the waiting target, a crack as the rack is broken
nothing fell, a candy land. he retired to a table
fired another shot
PK4
there is a kind of thought,
which isn't task oriented,
or survival oriented,
or anything.
empathy and awareness,
accidents of evolution,
self-fulfilling prophecies for destruction
of the meek.
think too much, feel too much...
looking inside (and inside the outside)
weakness? maybe, sometimes.
too often, seen as handicap,
so much of what makes
humans human
mocked, taken lightly,
taken for granted.
yet try for a human tribe
without those who
think too much, feel too much...
just try.
Reference #1, Reference #2
a week's gone by
i wonder how his present flies
and if it's reached its foreign shore
quite yet
still time
time aplenty
patience and love
brings all birds home to roost
this cat would grow wings, too
and fly straight, fly true
but some balls of string take time
to unravel
time and patience
brings all birds
all cats
home to roost
*wipes eyes*
hush now before we make people nauseous![]()
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Hey there...how's yer Sunday goin'?
cold, wet - but that's outside and i'm indoors so it matters nought. been doing a lot of reading, a little writing, messing about chit-chatting when i maybe should have been better employed but hey, a day off's a day off, right? not to mention sundays are for long relaxed bubble baths with a book *nods*
right now i could murder a cold, fizzy beer but it's coffee and bed soon instead
been working today or got the weekends off?