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Mirror Money

You flew by just like a firefly.
I didn’t seem to mind…you flying by.
Where were you anyway? Why didn’t you bug me?
Not worth a swat? Cuz of what?

Look in the mirror. What’s the matter?
A new horror? Expecting more…or?
Wine won’t change a thing. Crashing down.
Who will guide you, without wings? A cashing cow?

Broken. Crunching gravel.
Searching. Running away. You’re lost. Now, what…how?
You were a friend, left in the dirt. Smile and move on.
They didn’t mind at all. What was going on?

Back to work. Smile. Bring a lunch.
Never walk afraid. Never deserving a punch.
Far too close. Too close to tears.
Keep going forwards. What’s next? Too many fears.

Step up. Wake up.
Did you forget me? A friend? Did you give up?
I almost gave up. Bled my open truth. Sew me up.
Lose me everything. Catch me everything.

You found out early. Life goes on.
You may be smiling, this boy rides on.

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Walking Away

So I decide to take a walk down the street.
A broken foot. Hoping the onlookers don’t mind.
Not sure why I look like I have lots of money.
I don’t need a date from a stranger. Please?
Let me pass.

I know the world hurts. The world burns sometimes.
Let me scare you. Let me hurt you.
No. Will you be my friend instead? Please?
I don’t need anymore hurt from a stranger.
Let me pass.

I keep smiling and walking. Forward.
My foot screaming at me. I stand tall.
You take my picture on a phone. Funny. A limping fool.
I don’t need any staring. Right back you! Feel my eyes too?
Let me pass.

Make it back to my squared darkness. Alone again.
I think. I stress. I scare myself. I am lonely.
Please visit. I don’t know what else to do. Breathe.
I need that childhood sweater that no longer fits me.
Let me pass.

If only for one more time.

Recovery & Poetry

This is a short post. I know I have not posted in several weeks now. Aside from working, I’ve been trying to get over one of the worst head and chest colds I’ve ever had. I hate coughing so hard that it shakes my entire rib cage. I has felt like the aftermath of going several rounds in a boxing match. I work around people and I worked on Canada around tens of thousands of people. Not surprised that I got sick.

I have had some very wild, dark and vivid dreams. Always a good source for story ideas. I do plan to write here more often. Even learning how to post through my phone. I write a lot of random poetry as well and I do plan to share a lot of them here with you. When I write poetry I tend to write free-form. My poems usually do not rhyme. I try and paint a visual picture, an emotional scene, with each poem I write. I don’t try and limit myself to any particular structure. I stop writing when I feel that word painting is finished.

Anyway, I hope you will like them.

Lots to come.