“I don’t want any of these empty shells,” she cried out to him. “I just want you!”
And then turned to run, afraid to be trapped in one-sided passion, again.
“I don’t want any of these empty shells,” she cried out to him. “I just want you!”
And then turned to run, afraid to be trapped in one-sided passion, again.
Neck clamped down in pain
As if a god chomp-twisted
She dove into the dream realm
Where met false male illusions
Casting them aside as gasping,
She turned in staggard gritting
To face the gray blank fog
Searching for trace of him
Teeth flex-ache extending
Fighting need’s desperation
Repost from December 14, 2024
“I might be at last gaining…”
“Went from crying to adventure to limping home while holding my back, satisfied.”
Drives home with the feeling as if organs are bleeding…
Turns out the fireworks
Were down by the river
Thinking I’d be just a stranger
Another emerges beside me
Talking about D.C. lights and fires
Roof-popping head level smoking
Suddenly added mortars
Are boom-firing behind us
He warns so we hunch-cover ears
And my kidneys ache from blasts
Exploding overhead so close that
Flaming-char chunks are evident
Pummeling between me and others
Could’ve set fire to a child’s blanket
A low-set car contributes atmosphere
Playing gang-bangin’ music – hilarious
Got the full emersive 3–D experience
Others regroup and we exit delirious
Thinking of our dashes to the beachside fireworks at sun’s set with homemade cookies and hot chocolate.
It is difficult to relax
When one phrase
Could spin us into
Entirely new realities
To be other than we are
To hide that we’re human
Affinity
Stability
Fealty
“Desperation” comes to mind.
Why?
Is it panic?
Waning faith in the unknown…
Is this despair from so long on the empty road?
My pendant has broken another chain – but at least pops off right when I can see it happening.
I have considered giving it to you because I have worn it always for quite a while now.
Maybe it is impatient to be with you, too.
I hear there are glitches in the Matrix.
I don’t feel right this morning.
Emergencies are happenimg.
I am tumbling, and I don’t know why.
I am not well in my body this morning – which is weird to say and even harder to describe.
I’m afraid this all has me feeling like a mess, my darling.
Although soon I will push it all aside and put on my professional mask.
I’m sorry I can’t guarantee perfection.
There is too much transition.
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For my children and grandchildren – and all the little peeps in the world.
Screams
Animation
Maybe she was getting better
It’s a luxury to remove the self
From dependency upon society
When could be marked disabled
The measure keeps up
Adjusts beleaguerement
Overwhelming to subdue
Flapping wings’ attempts
Dust clouds kicking rant
Of a life held face down
Kiss the ground
And be grateful
“DA** IT!”
I can’t do anything else
But finish today’s work