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Is it the world’s goal to overwhelm me?
If so, world, then you have succeeded.
I am officially drained, overpowered by life.
Tag: <span>poem</span>
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This was my place a couple of days ago.
At a lake, there’s nothing to complain about.
The restaurant is already open, but there are no people.
It’s spring but still very cold, especially in the morning.
… winds shift on the tidesilent hands redraw the linesgold once freely flowednow caught in tangled bordersa weight strung ’round the world’s throat …
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I knew I would have extra time on my hands during recovery and I decided to buy three books/booklets from fellow bloggers?
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In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
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Feeling so small,
and powerless.
Holding tight to my rowboat,
As the dark ocean waters,
storm both sides.
My matted hair, soaked,
covering my eyes.
I sail alone,
without direction.
That you were born
and you will die.
That you will sometimes love enough
and sometimes not.
The hanging laundry and the clouds.
A new dog follows me everywhere
he lies under the table
when there is lightning and thunder
he clings on and no one can get him away from here.
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I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels.
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‘Twas the night before Christmas and all round my hips
Were Fannie May candies that sneaked past my lips.
Fudge brownies were stored in the freezer with care
In hopes that my thighs would forget they were there.