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Raw eggs
I tried beautiful,
I tried pristine,
I was no good at it
I’m not neat within
I’m not “clean”
Even externally, I cannot master
Clearing every bit of clutter
I’m raw, like an egg
It’s not pretty to have a cracked head
But if I don’t
I’m practically dead
As inanimate and detached as my wooden bed
To be raw is
Painful,
Ugly,
Messy,
But it’s rich with fee...
Friday 8th September 2023 5:25 pm
Flame-Licked Heels
I’ve been working on
Coming back from
The dead
Realising reality
Living in this world
Becoming me
I don’t have to know who I am
But I must know that I am
I am, I am, I am
I don’t have to know what I am
To deserve to be
I’m working on being,
Just being
Because I’ve been existing
Mindless, automatic, numb
Best autopilot, me
Coming back from the dead
...Monday 6th February 2023 11:45 pm
We Feel
Some time ago
My skin turned wooden
My feet moulded into one
Foot
I slipped
And smudged the painted grid
On the marble floor
Another time I fell
And did not stop
I rolled right off the board
It was not a conscious decision
To spectate rather than participate
But it happened
As it does to many
Who give up on giving
When you undertake solely seeing
You relinquish being
But not feeli...
Saturday 21st November 2020 7:27 pm
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