wallow in the mire

LOVE THE PROCESS.

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Joowacabb…what?

She gracefully lifts her eyelids
Dancing to silent music
The dress twirling around
Hoolahoop delight
Chandeliers of falling curls
Casting shadowed spots
Freckled imperfections
Fingers reaching out
ET pointing
Gentle stroking of beach sand
The castle has been stepped on
Jumping up and down abruptly
Water splashes on the dress
Twirling shadows on imperfect gestures

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On top of the world

Bouncing from rooftop to rooftop
On Sunday afternoons
A new Fall tradition
Gazing at sunsets
Reflecting on windows
Thousands of them
Belonging to towers
That line this beautiful city
Downtown endeavors
And Infiniti pools
Laughing and staring
At couples kissing
In front of the big neon clock
Our eyes meet
And you become nervous
Clutching my words
In your hand
The beauty in poetry, you say
Comes from you
And your voice
In that moment
My heart skipped a beat

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No Pride at all

Jane Austen novels
Made into movies
Suddenly all of my thoughts
Are said in a British accent
My mind wanders to a time
When all I was concerned of
Was which work of Plato
I would read next
Before wine became involved

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Sundays

Epiphany #362
This time, I realized
The importance of scheduling time
To wake up late
Drink pumpkin spice coffee
And do absolutely nothing
But remain on the couch
Curled up inside a blanket

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Weekend wine

Tosses and turns begin a new day
Rolled off the wrong side
Of the bed
The side with the wall
Blocking all positivity out
Because although
The air is so crisply cool
And the morning wears
A scarf full of fall smells
An the clock reads nine
Instead of five
All she feels is sorrow
Of what these things represent
She only half enjoys
The beauty of October
While her mind drifts
Into a hamster wheel of what ifs
And what used to be
Running forward
Chasing a future
But yet remaining
In the same spot
She has always been

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Hopeless

Involuntary streams of salt water
So ungracefully slide down
Freckled cheeks
Silently crying without realizing
Until facing the mirror
Strawberry eyes
Water colored lips
This is deep rooted
Agony dismissed for so long
It’s pouring out in silence
Without consent

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Steve Riley

An hour or so
Recommending pizza toppings
And the best restaurants
To prove it
Discussing movies
Dreams of travel
And peanut butter
Creamy or crunchy
So relatable
Your eyes began to sparkle
As you weirdly replied
To my meaningless remarks
Lingering much longer
Than I would prefer
Inquiries about future dates
Over coffee perhaps
Destroying any opportunity
You possibly had
To begin your career
Little white lies
Of a nonexistent boyfriend
Bye forever
As you waddle down the hallway

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Lacking Kickball

Venting sideways this time
Going upward is useless
Down is destructive
Internal turmoil
Begins each day
Eternally uncomfortable
For all the hours
Of these months
Forgotten
Tears form
Above crossed arms
The vegetarian
Asked if I was a ghost
In moments like these
I question everything

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The pain comes

Pumpkin air
Same sounds
Different feel
Orange breath
Gasps for life
Drowning in memories
Fives years past
Graffitied benches
Hearts galore
Eggnog lattes
A red peacoat
License plate spotting
New love
Bouncing between two souls
Christmas lights
On cherry lane
Zilbell packages
Chicken noodle soup
Taking on the world
Before it even began
Old silverado
Sitting in the middle seat
Call of duty introduction
Watching Saw til dawn
Conversations and long kisses
Atop the plaid comforter
Moments we will never get back
Nostalgia prevents
Any breathing
Left inside my chest
My first true love
My last true love
Remains my love
On this beautiful
October eve

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I’m the inspiration

The most genuine smile
Of all
Exceeding the standard
Pushing the limit
And swooning inside
Adoration flowing
The best kind of energy
Singing at the top of my lungs
While gazing at the neon skyline
Nothing beats
This feeling
Lurking inside my heart
Knowing the impact
These lives have had
Seventy lives
And more to come
Others see it too

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Such ego

Constant waves
Tend to overwhelm
The masses
An intensity so strong
Funneled into a small pool
Of forty people
Who have yet
To learn the waves
And therefore
Remain in a constant state
Of drowning
In fear, insecurity, resentment
And still have yet
To amount to anything
They claim to

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All aboard

Late start
Little white lies
Stop and go traffic
Eternally enamored by the skyline
Sunglasses come into play
Postponing the call
A sea of brake lights
Comforted by Kendrick Lamar
Casual Tuesday
Strutting around in jeans
Pushing buttons
Dial tones
Voicemail after voicemail
Slight panic
Rings in the afternoon
Exceeding the line
Victory at last
Weaving through cars
A hundred miles an hour
Floating down the lake
Keg stands
Sexual harassment
Talking to baby chitlins
Feed the ducks
Taking over the DJ role
If for only one song
Ribs on the table
Jumping from the boat
Into the water
Glistening in the sun
Thank you after thank you
Overwhelmed with praise
Nothing beats being a part
Of something so phenomenal
And being recognized
For all that goes in to each day
A box here, three there
Filled up the focus
And onward we go
Never stop until it’s over
Fifteen minutes
Of cheerleading to go

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Time to let go

The worst day
Of the last year
Was yesterday
Stumbling across
The photos of you
With the baby girl
Cradled in your familiar arms
And an average girl
Sitting next to you
Both sets of eyes
Focused downward
Into your arms
A reality I’ve chosen to ignore
The reality that kills
Something crucial inside me
The hope of ever
Living out the dream
I’ve held on to
For the past five years
Because your fate is sealed
In that little bundle
Of non joy
The golden handcuffs
You so willingly
Placed your wrists into
In a simple moment of adversity
But maybe she is worth it
Maybe she’s a diamond
And I’m the rough
She resembles coal
Through my eyes
And that daughter
You’re forced to hold so dear
Is a dagger
In my heart
And stumbling upon
Those photographs
Was the demise of my concentration
Blurred vision
Through flooded eyes
This reality is consecrated
And my fate has yet to appear

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