Like dried hanging blooms
Kept fondly for far too long
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Like dried hanging blooms
Kept fondly for far too long
…
Emboldened by past success,
I stand firm but unfrozen when I see it.
If it wakes, will it give chase?
Will it toy with me, or pursue to kill?
The quiet peace brings forth
The familiar forest sounds that soothe:
The wind that makes it to the branches,
The birds chirping for each other,
The rustling of hungry deer in the brush.
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“I know you aren’t thinking clearly”, I say
“Not thinking at all, even.”
Somehow, they don’t seem offended
They just continue that hard-edged stare
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Words so dangerous
My mind hides in shadows cast
By self awareness
Words to tell my stories
Words to tell them why
Words to give names
To what flows through my underground
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How scattered am I in thought
How blind am I with anticipation
How fortunate am I to command
That mouth bringing mountains to my door
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I wonder what it feels like for the other kind
Both so close and so far from me
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Confused heart beats on
Waiting for the solitude
I don’t really want
Fading to nothing
The desire to disappear
Fulfilled upon sleep
Swordsmen still training
Sharp winter air cuts me while
Nothing is the same