I fear this, this dying fight. I feel the weeping of the light. I feel this, bleeding in my heart. I fear this, this world it comes. . . It comes apart.
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My Bed
Sluggish brain won't kick start eyes stay closed calm my heart that blaring sound what could it be why won't the alarm stop and leave me Good bye dear bed good bye Don't cry dear bed don't cry I try to argue I whisper it'll be okay I can sleep in go to work another day I… Continue reading My Bed
That dear electrical cord in the wall.
The cord is so interesting they tell me no but look at it, all black and low its plugged in the wall it must be safe I desperately need to play I'll bite it a bit and pull it out they'll scream and shout my parents are so weird they think its dangerous I don't… Continue reading That dear electrical cord in the wall.
We shouldn’t write.
I have no words, I am so tired, it is so hard, I'm just not wired. Not wound up, clock no springs, Not tick tock, None of those things. The baby is loud, the kids around, the job so rough, excuses abound. I'll do it tomorrow, you cover today, We are so busy, who reads… Continue reading We shouldn’t write.
Nothing but stories, spun in a circle.
Bang bang bang Thrice done thrice said my head meets desk thoughts quite dead poor poor desk never failed me yet stupid stupid desk never helped me yet
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