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Drywall
I can lick the caramel walls
this place called home
paid good money for the right
to paint
these are my sheets of absorbed light
hues of my imagining, my mixing
such thought as I have
cerebral pigments that make up living
these spaces I dwell upon, within, whichever
good money I paid for this paint to be right
careless drips of artistic reflection
shaded in jade,call it green
who would worry if the tone is too deep
why paint a wall if not to be seen
why paint a wall, at all
The Wait
patience...idle thoughts take hold
do hours go by,or do i sleep
feel the worry grow as day flows by
and still...i am still...time is still
how long do i wait
will i know when i need to move
can i move when i need to learn
a mind thinks of patience as a body thinks of pain
a virtue i wish not to use
Red
interrupted from closed eyed stupor
that hated glow, smoldering
a retinal ember behind my consciousness
the heat of waking muscles, damn blinds
letting in the fractal beams
tearing fabric lost in dreams
grasping at these ruined thoughts
a ray of sun to stop the screams
illuminate the missing themes
away these pieces best forgot
another interrupted night
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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