A quizzical creature bundled down. Quilted together, cut, from the same cloth - different scissors. Warm until tattered, somehow catching wind. A tired, musty dry line sagging and swaying. Moreover, the unreachable often still reach you. Crooked, but as usual, the only one in town.
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Honest Tea
Of all the colors counting my favorite one is you. I couldn't be more happy if all the snacks were blue. Statistically speaking - tongue tied - vomiting words, but all completely true.
Forge
Go, go on
Go on comfort
Go on pain
Go on grip of something beautiful
Go, go on
Go on common
Go on fate
Go on hard fought and earned
Go, go on
Go on, love
Live life like a dying breed
Change - my first and last dying need
So go
Go, go on
Gravitate
The first came from answer, a place you'd least expect. The last place on earth rest between your lips. A final question answered. Where every person lay. A journey finally ventured, dead silence caught, magnificent and utterly afraid. So rudely interrupted. Destined, from the middle to the end of a line. The story not faded, but truly refined - a switchback no one knows. The last mark of ink. An ‘x’ between your feet. Dig deeper still until you sink beneath.
The Beat
So rumble on. Dignified specks across the cuffs. A stumbled run. Lives closer, standing back, than coming from. A room of champagne glasses painted darkly - beating a rogue drum. A gallery free of ivory canvas. Deaf fallen hum.
Solstice
Over the shoulder into dawn - a bruised and battered sky. Past the fallen violet honey or so goes the cry. Through cedar boughs; over ice - a freshly minted leave. A turned corner, the smokehouse finds reprieve. A cliché for all ages, "what's done is done," and again never comes. A brow's glistening white beads.
A Wandering: The Nuance of Idle Thought
From a person imprisoned or sheltered within their mind arise pathologies not explored by those who take benevolent residence instead.
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The Stylist’s Curse
Foreword: Though the elements of horror fiction commonly make their way into my writing, it is oddly one of my least common reading choices. The bulk of which, when I do partake, is centered on a psychological component. In appreciation, few other subjects offer a laboratory as free for exploration. I felt, in holiday spirit, what’s the harm? Hope you enjoy.
Bar Setting
Message from the awful truths nothing stronger than full proof. Bits and pieces of presumption. Little takeaways for view - pleasure emptier than the room. Rise to the occasion or rise to nothing. Gracious notes from old to new: scrambled eggs and beatnik floof. Flowers on collars and shelves of buttons. Let the setting scene fade to view.
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