uneven and mismatched

a heart may be precious
but it's not a diamond
and papercuts bleed

a heart may be reckless
love's wrecked many ships
before i became your casual casualty

bridges burn, naturally.
wood's no more permanent than
eroding shores of evaporating seas

trust is easily lost
but there's no chance
to cultivate it
if i can't have some faith.

so i will stand
as the bridges burn
and cling to you
as we sink from the shore,
carried away by the current.
we will evaporate one day together.

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feel like writing ... and then i don't

maybe i should just stop trying so hard. i mean, i still need to be focused writing reading singing laughing cooking but i can loosen up and not be a prescriptionist about everything or perhaps not.

More Blurbs

You stay silent, so afraid to engage, in fear that you'll go getting carried away. ** I'd rather have your hatred than your apathy / apathetic ambivalence. Your indifference is more painful than your ire. ** Give me anger, just don't give me fake smiles / plaster a smile on your face (to appease me) ** Your indifferent posture hurts much more than your ire ** Just going through the motions, I'm an empty husk when you look at me. ** I can't have it all, but I want you to have a chance to ** Not knowing if you're okay makes it hard for me to be. ** The indifference differential / different / indifferent ... [word play] ** Crucial crushing credibility [word play] ** Wonderful wind tremble fright things pretty in daylight go bump / sound scary / take harrowing looks into your soul at night

thirsty darkness

She stood aloof nothing stood in the way of her purpose. buffeted by the cool winter breeze, nothing stood but She had watched others fall to the whirr or tumble into thirsty darkness but she refused to let the world assign her pain. Her pain was her own. She stands calmly, patiently awaiting tomorrow. will it bring an end or another beginning? what use in new predictions? tomorrow we chase the yesterdays we did not catch today. (again.) She will herald the end to nothingness by giving in to it and tumbling into thirsty darkness as winter blows itself away ...Prompted by the 100 Word Song writing challenge at My Blog Can Beat up Your Blog . T his week's track: Tom Petty's "I Won't Back Down".

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