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Jumbled Jaws
I transcribe words that are provided.
Mash them around until they’re well tided
For the immediate sentences I stutter
It’s main cause, my mind’s a total clutter
My Brain moves like rapid fire
Creating further lines much prior
Trigger words spoken
Brain cells being awoken
But hence how to encompass
All that we mentally process
With our slower valves
Before my lips had even slightly kissed the previous sentence
It was almost missed
My studdersome twist
A new development of a stutter
I get nervous, speak too superfluous
I get jumbled lips
I literally feel it in my hips
A basic human interaction
My jaws created my own distraction
Forgive me if i choose
To throw silent cues
I process words
That's how I'm heard.
Scribbled on February 26, 2018
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Venting Vessel.
Writing warrants our soul’s exposure
Whether it’s opening doors or for closure.
Weaving words webbed with our wisdom.
Life’s journey evokes knowledge in some.
For me it’s a freeing constraint.
A sinking venting vessel.
Too afraid to share.
Wanting more than anything to bare.
A wandering soul blinded by the past, knowing it won’t last.
Moving forward to keep afloat this sinking boat that is my venting vessel.
Venting Vessel whether you sink or float. Live or die.
I tried to share the bare bottom that is my perspective eye.
Scribbled on August 24, 2017.
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Through her eyes.
Tunnel vision her only form of site
Unseen hands constricting at her neck so tight
Cement blocks in place of feet
Allowing for an easy excuse to retreat
Who would she be if she stayed hidden away
The one in her window watching life pass her by
Scribbled on May 8, 2019
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After the fire.
I watched the wind wave to the world. As it passed through each blade of grass, it sang songs of storms passed. This area, once maimed by flames now grows greener fueled by fire. I’ve watched waves wander up to the shores greeting the warm sands. It’s curls welcoming you to its waters. Nature’s symmetry never broken.
Scribbled on March 16, 2019.
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