I’m the type of person who puts my entire heart into everything I do
Love pours out from me like a tipped over water glass
Drenching everything on the map in front of me
Lines get blurred, everything mixes together
All aspects of my life live in harmony
Until the day that a sinkhole appears
The water rushes away from all areas of the map
And vanishes into this black abyss
Leaving only my tears to water to the desert my life
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we are durable people
roughing thru pandemics,
storms, & various other
upheavals toppling
societal norms
the breaking point
must come sooner
rather than later
when frozen pipes,
price gougers, &
relentless deliriums
make folks show
true stripes
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i was careless with feelings
in my youth –
wolfing from bed to bed
only staying long enough to
get what i relished,
receding into ink-black nights
like a haunting, feeling guilty
but rationalizing
Continue reading “Belly Full of Flames (a poem)”
