wouldn't it just make your day
to see that look
you know the one
dissolve mirror's regret
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An unstructured attempt to make writing - any kind of writing - a regular part of my day...in the seclusion and privacy of the internet. The chaos part will become evident straight away.
wouldn't it just make your day
to see that look
you know the one
dissolve mirror's regret
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it's less about the things we do
though parted lips
and darting tongues
with quickened breath
and skin on skin
friction
just enough
to make long dormant embers glow
on edge ...
...of open flame ...
sounds nice
and more that i am into you
that makes the color rise
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it's
you
the one
who taught me
feelings are valid
eviscerates casually
with a simple glance
visual
a dis
of
me
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each coin two sides
no
make it three
the edge should not
discounted be
what seems like instability
is really
how we roll
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where you doubt
and where you need
this is where the demons feed
the creases 'twixt your double chins
the places where your hair is thin
where paradigms not recognized
are challenged by those let inside
when expertise is proven false
and deferred passions raise their costs
beyond what hearts can bear
it never was about the thing
more dear was hearing people sing
your name in songs of praise
truth is your armor's full of chinks
and underneath balbriggan stinks
no wonder windmills never fall
now whence you go beneath this pall
for nothing is a finer measure
than where you go from here
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ah Monday I do see your countenance
compelling me to don the plate and mail
to gird my loins assume a warrior's stance
prepare for battle and the week's travail
but Sunday's deemed by deities for rest
reflection on things other than the work
with which weekdays and often nights are blessed
as 'tween and 'twixt our tasks we're often jerked
so Monday you'll excuse my reticence
to recognize your premature onslaught
'tis Sunday I'll negate your puissance
with suitable libation in a draught
like death and taxes Monday's time will come
but 'til then raise a toast to all that's fun
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small affronts like pebbles tossed
just hard enough to bruise
accumulate to marbling
in slightly morbid hues
which never seem to go away
but certainly evolve
until the roiling bruise is me
and I've all but dissolved.
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Inspired by one of RC deWinter's Shorties with Selfies.
can I put you in my pocket
will you brush away my tears
like you did when I was younger
and beset by little fears
oh the world has gotten colder
since I gave you that last kiss
and I'm feeling so much older
seeing all that's gone amiss
perhaps the lesson that I need
was written on your face
everytime you held me in your arms
that warm and loving space
where everything and everyone
were kind and got along
and I was always welcome
unencumbered by the wrong
so many seem to see in me
when at least they deign to see
please
let me see them through your eyes
as you once beheld me
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hindsight implies an end at hand
and though that surely stings
it can afford a view that's grand
of lithe and graceful things
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