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Dead End Dirt Lot Diaries 7.31.2023 “What Else Will I lose Before the End?”

Each day I wake up and fill my daily missions Fill each empty questmark box Shower, brush, eat, work Fill the care meter up to max And the body will want to thrive Each season that seems to pass Is a season pass full of events to meet New morning glories to greet Work and work and work I toil away on adventures mundane Am I grinding stats or an NPC Lose one piece and fall apart Tears will weep Storms will start Too quick the world begins to crumble, soak and seep A listening ear, no clinking sound Look and look, may not be found The sun drags long with water-level eyes Difficult to solve with puzzles and lies Shower, worry, brush, worry, eat, worry, work, worry, sleep Worry, sleep, worry, sleep, worry, sleep, weep Each morning rise, to fulfill each daily task Please let me find each piece within its place, is all I ask

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[prasannawrites]

unbridled

how does softness remain? you’re overwhelming in the exact manner i need you to be – all-encompassing like gravity, i fall to you always. there are better ways to illustrate my point, but i fail often with words; there’s never enough words to capture the depth of this yearning for you. perhaps, this is a side-effect of being malleable by your hands only, maybe one has to become inundated with all types of love to categorize whatever this is, maybe we stumbled across something new. dawn brings something new, and here i am, angry at sunrise for taking away the same moon that watches over you. i've never been scared of spilling, i'm certain you’ll find just the right vessel to catch me in. i never know where you end and where i begin; you’ve convinced me of the infinite. i’ll tear myself apart and find what remains. how do your words remain? how do you still remain?

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Deciding Embers Vol.4, 12.19.23 "Carpenter's Son"

Amongst the blood, The thorny and thorny jeers The leers and weary burdened cheers Oh prince, oh, child of ours Did the hammered nails ring like home? The timber in the breeze send you to think Of a present father lacquered , labored, lacking hands Did you cry out for him, for mother, or for home For a moment did the crowd subside Within your memories, your childhood hide A place no stake, nor spear can reach Anointed, bloody star above Think soft of home Think soft, of love

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(Poe[M)ay] 5.6.2022 “Adult Words”

I was raised with Tenets, laws, rules, and pillars A child with words plunged in my cheeks Holding them as a chipmunk would Horde nuts, treasures, for the safekeeping Words without meaning Could be heard through the cafeteria One small conversation rising to meet the others Before falling quiet To carry phonemes, Like foes to the canals of others Who did not swim the river of secrets Betraying me to the rapids That others were never meant to know

What is a child supposed to do With integrity? Thrifty? Courtesy? Exemplifying, let alone spelling Was too daunting a task to spell this sentence They hung loose in my mouth Primed to fall like baby teeth Before I could truly use them What use is a upstanding member of society To a ten-year old whose entire world exists Barely beyond his home and school

I was raised like a barn, Not with a single pair of hands could I be built One family alone cannot accomplish What was retained Attained through that hoarding of words Character was a word to describe stories and cartoons And myself, when no one was looking. With the word good or bad, I kept behind my canines Ready to bite into new meanings I needed braces and retainers To keep my new words in place Still soft on my gums, on my eyes Blurring the letters together till Tinted, twisted lenses burned them into focus Into purpose And understanding

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