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I'm an open book here, and I have a lot to say, so I'll just say it.

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

I Filtered You Out of My Mind.

In our minds what we know,
is space and room to grow.

Fill it up,
and empty it
out as you go.

Useless information
is filtered out
all the time.

Love is what we define,
as a pretty hard thing
to leave behind.

Still, you're definition
must be much different
from mine.

Monday, July 22, 2013

One Explanation of Anxiety, and Panic Attacks

Why does it always
haunt me at night,
robbing me of my sleep?

The demons of my day
keep me
sinfully staying up late,
and sinfully sleeping
to avoid the next day.

So I'm stuck
in the night
and an array of the day
is just a dream,
a story so to say.

Then when it becomes real
panic seems to set in.
So real,
really doesn't feel real at all.

Monday, July 8, 2013

So here I am. . .

On my knees
ripping seams
trying to fix the mess
made of this black dress.

Needle in, needle out
poke my finger
bleed a bit,
ignore the pain.

Zippers out, zippers in
that's not right,
take it out
and put it in again.

Seams sewn shut
machine's worn thin,
guess it's time
to use my hands again.