Freedom.
Freedom.
I have dreamed of the word
But have always been uncertain
Of its meaning
Is it choice,
Or ability?
Or is it something in between?
I ask for freedom
But wonder
Which side of the bars
I see
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I grew up hoping
I was special
But you made me believe
It was true
Tired Thoughts
Some thoughts from my sleep deprived brain on colorblindness:
What if colorblind people are actually seeing things right, and everybody else is actually colorblind?
What if colorblind people can actually see a totally different color and we just call it purple or something?
What if colorblind people are piercing some sort of visible veil, seeing stuff that nobody else can?
Without ambition one starts nothing. Without work one finishes nothing. The prize will not be sent to you. You have to win it.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
A No.2 pencil and a dream can take you anywhere.
Joyce Meyer
Being with you
I felt human agin
But in that moment
There was foreign blood
Pumping in my veins
So I scream out
Feeling raw inside
“I deserve to be loved!”
And listen for the echo
To return from the empty
So it can remind me
That I am
Alone
You are the poem
That I dream to write
But fail to grasp
Each time
Somewhere deep
In this scaffolding of bones
My heart aches
For love
And the stars
Thoughts of Love #3
I wanted you before I knew what love was, but then I understood that it is a constant battle. I push away when you pull me in, I say I love you when you can't stand to look at me. Love is a war- a brutal fight. Because love isn't easy. We work, we fight, but when it comes down to it we both would take a bullet for the other. Even if we pulled the trigger.
I didn't want to be in love
You caught me by surprise
But I'm a coward, so in fear
I smothered you with lies
The screen on the back porch tore last night
When the weather was so bad
My apathetic cat curled up beside me to ride out the storm.
You hated that cat but I called it mine
Long before I was yours.
We built the screen together "like a real couple"
The only project I ever talked you into.
I dreamed that we would sip our coffee in the morning air
Watching sunrise together, the two of us
With the cat purring in my lap.
We never used it once and you called it useless
And I didn't see the point in going out
If we didn't do it together.
But now the screen is ripped, the metal prongs pointed angrily at your chair.
It ripped
And you aren't here to fix it.
Staring here at the hole, sipping my coffee alone with that damn cat pawing at the mosquito that's breached containment
and I can't help but wish it all meant something
In the end.
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