Month: February 2019

Into Nothing

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I stared into a blank piece of lined paper for possibly an hour, following the margins and tracing the outside edges of the page with my pen. It was unlike me to draw a blank and yet here I was, emptier than I could ever imagine. What could I possibly write? How could I possibly articulate a feeling of nothing.

Impending emotions grow heavy on my chest as mental turns to physical and I am no longer capable of repressing. Not even the sound of my dog’s steady breathing soothes me as I continue to act as though I’m capable of refusing reality. In times like these I would desperately reach out, a phone call away, you’d promise me comfort and soon after I would drift to sleep.

Instead, I find myself in a constant state of self doubt. What was real? What was fake? Who was I to you and who did I become? Never have I ever found myself habitually questioning my own being. Never have I questioned my own words. But I understand now, I understand that sometimes after all is said and done, words turn into nothing.

Reminisce

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I pick up my mug with both hands, slowly sipping from the lip and letting the steam gently grace the tip of my nose. Hot tea soothes the back of my throat as I place the mug back down on the nightstand next to me. I can’t seem to remember the last time I was able to sleep soundly without the help of chamomile and melatonin. What a privelage it was to come home from class or work, jump into a cotton abyss and soon after fall victim to my own weariness. Now I’m caught in my monotonous nightly routine: dinner, shower, tea, sleep aid, bed, stare at the ceiling for a couple hours, hopefully get more than 4 hours of sleep.

Come to think of it, before this nightmare of a routine began, what was even crossing my mind during those short moments before sleep? In most cases I’m going to assume it was a controversy between which outfit I was going to wear the next day, or possibly who the next bachelor was on my quest to find love. A common and habitually failing adventure of mine, let me add. Gone are the days of blissful romantics and picking out my outfit the night before, that’s for sure.

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What do you do 
 When a love so strong
 Starts to take on a form of its own?
 Do you let it run free
 Like the wind through the trees
 Or anchor it down to a home?
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Will you tell them that I loved you?
 Or neglect to speak the truth?
 Give me the brush that you will use
 To paint me the one uncouth

 Though you drew yourself a tainted heart
 Strokes of detail the world should see
 I will hide those colors dyed too dark
 Your work of art is safe with me
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I can feel his whisper 
 behind closed doors.
 The harmonic undertones 
 pass me by as I wrap 
 myself in the smooth melody,
 wishing to be the song he hums 
 under his breath in 
 the midst of darkness.
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He held me like a chalice of gold
 With two hands around me
 I reminded him that, like the Fountain Of Youth
 Many men fall weak in their search
 For the eternal swim within my body of water
 He smiled and tipped his head back slowly

 With his lips pressed against me softly 
 He reminded me that his search was over
 Therefore no one will ever again
 Taste how sweet my river can flow
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You promised you could handle 
 All those broken bits of me
 Despite the fact, I knew damn well
 I had already made you bleed
 So, I can’t begin to blame you 
 For failing to bring me peace
 When you fought at first, to make it work
 But would never be what I need
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It was just hitting noon
 When I thought about you 
 Under waves of the afternoon heat

 I could picture your stare
 How we danced everywhere 
 How your love always tasted so sweet .
 But a cloud met the sun
 And nostalgia won
 As I stood in the shade all alone

 Thinking “how could it be?”
 Thought it’d always be me
 To tell others that you were my home