The deep black brought me another
In its chemically-induced night under the sun
Unlike the last, this one more recent
And rather than lightly sad
This one bitter
…
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The deep black brought me another
In its chemically-induced night under the sun
Unlike the last, this one more recent
And rather than lightly sad
This one bitter
…
Songs can really rewind us.
Everyone makes distance
I get too close
Do I suffocate them?
I’m not human
I will never be
I’ve lived long enough
I feel so disconnected
I can’t connect
It’s so little so rare
I have earned nothing good that I have
I thought I’d be ok now
.
April 15 – 16, 2025; Sitting in my car after a class.
I live on, needed,
this unshakable feeling
…
I hold my tongue in a vice
Speaking only in my head
Not wishing to start fires
I may not be able to extinguish
Wishing I could remind you…
Start on your left. Easy.
Like you’re reading the first line on a page.
Woefully lacking
Shame it’s all I have to give
Love that’s not enough
Upside down it waits
Dried bundle of stems and petals hanging
Under harsh incandescence
No longer meant for this place
Blooms given near full year past
…
Like dried hanging bloomsKept fondly for far too longHow hard the soft turn Dried memory husksCrumble with these old flowersAt my lightest touch (Related: Free form exploration of the concept — Dried Memory)