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Costume PartyPending celebrations and merriment.
I consider myself set apart,
Although the flow has pulled me along for your ride.
I paint a smile and down some liquor--
Donning a costume and pretending
That my heart isn’t breaking,
That emotions are not torn
And that I am more than just a convenience to you.
MigraineMy mind suffers from static;
Inability to focus.
Numbers, words, images, patterns-
All meaningless as they blur,
As they merge on the pages.
Coherent trail of thought--
The whispers all far too LOUD
And every light acutely too bright.
StrainedChaos becomes a constant companion.
But order remains the champion in this game of hide and seek ,
That I never realised was being expertly played.
The mental toll rising and rising-
Becoming far greater than the physical being can take.
Gut instincts uneasy;
Aching deep within bones,
And weary heart.
Perhaps the mind,
Or quite possibly the soul-
Something will break soon…
LostThe ambivalent nature of emotions;
It all overwhelms me,
Along with those words trapped between my ears--
Contradictions and sarcasm.
I’m not as brave as you think,
Especially when it comes to my own feelings,
--I’m afraid of those,
And the voices in my head.
Who am I now?
An extension of YOU
But you lost me and I can’t find myself,
Someone burned the map, changed the sign-posts
And finally smashed the compass.
I’m not as brave as you think
I’m a coward
And so I stay lost.
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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