wallow in the mire

LOVE THE PROCESS.

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Regency

Frantically flying
Down the highway mid morning
Revisiting the airport
With no intent on abandoning
This glorious city
But welcoming those from afar
Stretching so thin
To meet the needs of people
From so many different
Walks of life
I visioning the day
My name will be spoken
And my seeking out
Will reverse
Ears always multiplying
My lips remain shut
Except to display
My token smile
Waves and hugs
Fist bumps galore
Irreplaceable moments
That ground me once more

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Alienated

Fake smiles
On repeat
So obvious
You can’t compete

Small talk turns
To deep conversation
Attempting positivity
Without validation

Drunken friends
Surround the table
So uncomfortable
Fake smiles is all I’m able

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dilemmas, dilemmas

a new direction
takes form instantly 
challenge all ambitious gestures
made in the last nine months
so determined to get somewhere in particular
but a new window opened
the breeze of a different path 
tickled my face
questioning arises
will i be able to return? 
and if i don’t, 
how many will see it as abandonment
the kind of abandonment 
that would have transpired regardless
and if i do
will all this work vanish
as if it never existed

I will go with the flow
and keep changing lives
come what may

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The ice trail

Her arms flailed
And her words carried
The grey car pulled over
In the parking lot
Of a seven eleven
Vomit spewing for ongoing minutes
Facing forward
Embarrassed, annoyed
She slept in my bed
After struggling up the stairs
Thirty years old
Starting over
But only halfway
I’m seven years sharper
And working much harder
Morning came quicker for her
Than it did for me
Moans of pain
Resonate from under the sheets
Resenting the award she received
After a night of performing
The defiance of gravity

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clanking silverware

tell it like it is
you repeated that phrase 
so many times
no respect for the victim 
if you don’t like something, 
then change it or move on

embarrassed, 
resenting your ugly, shaggy, hair
glaring into your sunken face
as you order another beer
and food i’m not hungry for

hours go by,
yawns back and forth
side smirks and teasing
the resentment replaced with 
warmer feelings 
slightly resembling respect

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Accidentally Published

"Our next lesson, poetry
get out your pencils, little juveniles.”
Subject: Grandparants 
spelled in just that same style

Months go by
feeding the parakeet 
kept underneath 
the heart-covered sheet

the phone lets out the call,
the one with the cord
hanging up on the wall
"An interview!" He said

Hundreds of questions
about my recent scrawl
my head spinning with utter confusion 
I just loved my grandparents is all 

Several more months pass
the newspaper is released
with my nine-year-old face 
and amateur words unleashed

The poem of grandparants 
on display for just anyone to investigate
Mocked by my spelling mishaps
unaware that it would replicate 

If people enjoy words
about my own partiality 
Such an easy way to impact
An accidental poet given vitality

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the girl in the sombrero

days flew past her this time
a week is just a blink 
and this month is just a flip of the hair
a new season begins
the coolness in the air 
a constant reminder
genuine smiles back up for grabs
but what is underneath
is a sadder story than that
floating between these people
not fully belonging to any at all 
flashbacks to teenage days 
and even before 
she isn’t meant to belong
although liked from afar
she had her chance for true love
and he’s marrying another
She is a floater
meant to make all the people happy
loving every second
until she falls back into 
an empty bed, with no one to share
the small treasures of the day 
she keeps them all to herself, 
its scarf weather now.

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Boom

You destroyed people today
Nice job
He means that in the best way
Destroy also means
Create
At least it seems to pay
A small raise
Unnounced
Records beat
Lives changed
Nine

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Dangerous sleeps

After dreams
Participating in WWII
Unrealistic scenarious
Of being chased
Down a dirt road
In a wooden carriage
Drawn by filthy horses
Passion so apparent
Literal emotion falling
From the sweat of her brow
Her voice quavering
But only out of frantic intensity
Grabbing the hands
Of grimy men of all ages
Who even partially agree
To serve their country
Out of terror
Of what will happen
If they decline

Her mouth is a gun
And words, bullets
Shooting from red lips
The only chance
Of dodging these
Take her hand
And fight to be free

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Kangaroo tales

It hit me all at once
The courtesy they give
Ones they truly value
(For a short time)
Has never been extended
In my direction
They’ve never asked
If everything was alright
They’ve only demanded
That everything is always alright
Leave the personal shit
At the door
And pick up that warming smile
A disregard for any ideas
I bring to the table
But standards the workhorse
Has to undoubtably achieve
Or so help me,
The passive scolding will come
In true character demolition fashion
Then robbing what I care about most
But disguising it in the form
Of a great opportunity
When all it really is
Abandonment and starting over
And you knew full well
Id see it as a blessing
And it definitely is as well
Because I’ve chosen to
Make it the greatest one
But when it hit me all at once
How little you actually care
And the reality of being left
By the wayside
To fend for myself
Lacking my crew
And being completely forgotten
In the dust of weeks past
Resentment is forming
Fueling hate rage and a fire
That won’t be extinguished
By the drops of water
You’ll toss this way
When it’s grown so enormous
And so powerful
You’ll surely take credit
For rubbing the flint
And sparking it in the beginning
I’ll let you too
But soon you will also
Be forgotten in the dust
Of my success
And they’ll only see
The beautiful flames
Instead of the hands
That may have, allegedly
Given it life
Knowing full well
This fire
Existed long before
You had ever hoped to use it
It began in my heart
Upon my own choice
To become magnificent

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Moscato lips

A sip of wine
Glossy lip print
Left on the glass
Pearls line her wrist
And the blues in her eyes
Drift towards the side
A smile so subtle
Her teeth have no chance
To show themselves off
Loud vibrations shake the phone
Over and over again
That small smile vanishes
And a slight lick around
Those glossy lips
As the blues in her eyes
Disappear behind closed lids

You let her down

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Monday not so mundane

Tattletales and silent treatment
Competition that’s not so friendly
Three times the work
Must be nice to take it easy
Some of us lack that luxury
An intensity so surreal
Eating habits that boost energy
Unstoppable greatness
Excitement for the next few days
Being left out
Is only what is made of it
So sensitive
But worth building
An unwavering reputation
Word vomit spewing
Phone call to keep it in check
Passion flowing from the voice
Booming in your direction
Through the telephone lines
Proof of being in your corner
What flows from my mouth
Generates deep down in my heart

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Milo butterfingers

No cowboys in sight
Just drunken idiots
Interrupting our conversation
Trying to be the most awkward
And silent
That I know how
With no avail
3 hours single
No thank you
Made him play me at darts
What a mistake
My competitiveness
Only heightens
The more drinks I put back
But free alcohol
Is the absolute best
And I’m not the type of girl
Who goes home with drunken idiots
So best of luck to you sir
And have a great night

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When you’re sad and feeling downtown

Numb
Lacking an ability to move
zero motivation
Starbucks and chick fil a
My closest companions
Last minute plans
Time for a dress
That’s lived in the closet
For far too long
Let’s do this Saturday night thing
Maybe we will meet some cowboys
And I can gawk at their boots
Like I always do

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