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Just because
it's cool that you can
doesn't mean
it's cool that you *do.
"I don't feel so great.
But, then again,
I feel, and
the pain is not insurmountable.
So, how bad is it, really?"
Step back,
yet,
be present;

too many
do
only one at a time;

the trick, though,
is to do both at once
and, to do both
continuously.
1.

There is nothing new to say,
but there's no need to worry;
we'll think of yet more, anyway.
-
2.

It's not so much what you say,
but how and why you say it.

It's not so much what you read,
as how you chose to read it.

It isn't what you listen to,
it's how and why you do.

It's not so much what you do,
but how and why you do it.

It's not so much about quantity
but about importance of quality.

Who cares
if "nothing is left,"
that's the cowards' way out:
blaze new trails.
 Mar 2014 Wandering soul
marina
when all your scars
fade, will you pretend
you never had them
in the first place?
[ ]
My heart tip toes discreetly
In the dark hollow hallways
Of self-doubt and low self-esteem.
Many a times
It trips
Stumbles
Even falls
But still die hardly insistently
Treads on this self-destructive path.
Why it chooses so is a conundrum in itself.
Me look me in the mirror
and me see an abnormally normal
individual
guess not even
a shred of normalcy exists
or are things so very normal
such that I make out to see
the abnormal
in the normal
life's  really going around in circles.
My heart is
Molten sensuality
An
Unquellable
   Emotional
Tempestuous storm.
awakening love
before it so desires
is a pleasant catastrophe.
it'll seldom be tamable.
Thaw the numbing ice
Clogging my soul’s arteries
And veins.
Make me feel
to my heart's fill
Make me warm again
like I was those long gone
days
of "Yore".
I have imagined this moment over and over again and now it's finally happening and I can't quite tell which direction is up or down or backwards but I guess they're all directions so it really doesn't matter as long as I'm going somewhere. I've been watching my shoelaces as I've been walking and they seem to tighten with every step as though even they know you'll have me floating right out of them. My palms have already begun to sweat and the puddles they've created in my pockets are just deep enough to drown in. I look up for a second to see the air in front of me holding a string. A grin spreads across its face as it suddenly begins to pull and my breath is stolen from my lungs. I reach out to grab it but it has already disappeared and suddenly I realize I can't breathe without you here. I close my eyes and stumble, not wanting to go any further, not wanting to face the reality of a situation that doesn't involve sleeping beside you. But then I realize, that was something we never did. I have been falling asleep beside myself for years, I have been waking up with regret and a heart broken into more pieces then the number of tiles on the bathroom floor. I have been sleeping with my head on my own chest and praying that someday you'd fill the empty space between not being able to fall asleep and never wanting to be awake.
i sat with you on our old bench
we reminisced about old times
and i laughed at how you still wrung your hands when you were nervous
(i never did understand why you got so nervous around me)
we talked about the stars
and discussed how the moon broke out of the clouds tonight
just to shine some light on us together
it's been a while old friend
i've missed you dearly
do you still think of me
in your spare time?
i think of you every day
i miss the way your lips pressed against mine
and how perfectly our hands intertwined
i miss the soft thump of your heart
and how that's the sound that lured me to sleep every night
i miss laughing with you over stupid things
and watching old movies all night long
i miss you so entirely
and i still don't understand why you had to go
we talked till the sun came up
and you told me you had to leave
so i walked you home
and you said goodbye
and i turned my back to you
and let out a quiet sob hoping you wouldn't hear
you held me then
and told me i had to be strong
you told me not to forget you
and that you'd always still be here for me
that you'd always watch over me
you told me you were sorry for leaving me
that you wished you hadn't taken that gun and done what you did
you asked me if i could ever forgive you
and i told you that i'd forgiven you long ago
that i still love you
you smiled and stepped away from me
you said goodbye
and i told you until next time
i watched you fade away
and i turned away to wipe my tears
i left the daisies leaning against your tombstone
because i knew they were your favorite
and as i walked away
my every breath still screamed for you
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