9. Effaced Lover

9. Effaced Lover

There lingers something within me

I’m yet to understand.

It’s nature and mine intertwine like

lovers chained together.

 

If one were to remove the chain

would they touch no longer or rather

love each other all the more.

 

I’ve learned not to fear what I do not

understand within myself.

As this too is a part of me, as I am

indeed myself.

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1. Anyway

1. Anyway

Now I’m becoming the friend I would have wanted

and even more so the friend I needed.

 

The kind of person who has the perspective I lacked.

Especially when I was off they would know

and they would help me understand it.

 

Even if I wouldn’t have asked for the help I needed…anyway.

Home

Called out by those who left home                                                                                                               only to return                                                                                                                                                     Still wandering where this heart is                                                                                                             If this is just another house I’m                                                                                                                   passing through

Nichè

Maybe it’s unrelatable
As it relates to all of them
Familiarity may breed
Yet absence grows fonder
Shall we keep our distances

Covet

My little piece of insanity
Yet I may covet others
For who would covet this
My little piece of sanity

Therapeutics

Bridging gaps among synapses
Stutter no more and take me to the comforts of my abnorm’
Playing with my tangled hair waiting to see how this persona will fair

– Light Absorbing Flame –

Intoxicated by the sleeper’s wake.

Restless, as an evened brush stroked

in darkened silvers that shall not shimmer.

 

Burst! Burst thither, hither, neither nor

the nether realms the interwoven lightness

entangles, in an instant branching out

and ever expanding.

 

Unfulfilled this pedestal, for if it were

not mined but the thoughts that were

audible. Each one picked, quoted, misquoted,

and nit-picked from networked clouds.

 

Then slip, slip off, slip away. wrenching

what is false and wrenching without passion

from both stomach and heart.

 

The paths, mine path’s ever inward

to the reaching shelf of even those fragmented

biscuits and cookies.

 

The mirrored ballroom of all the marionettes

masquerade, how forgetful for each may

have more than one way, more than a single

face, rather charade peaking with a wanton glare.

 

Sever the marionettes coils, let the mirrors remain

and each mask fall apart and away.

Blossom into light absorbing flame.