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667 788 899 665 433 321 The number of views Rises and falls Like the tides of my emotions I want to keep you reading I do not always have something to say I do not always have time to reflect Because one cannot be reflective When the water is three feet high
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Two flames Is hot And sweaty I know My family Is flammable I think like you but I feel so much more intensely
I don’t know if it is the autism or if it is me It hurts It deprives me from experiences Like dissonant music Or dramatic films I wanted to listen to Stravinsky But I could not Mixed emotions madly mingle
Like drunken soldiers do What dancing at bar-mitzvahs With elderly couples Yes emotions take up too much space And often fart in public They make your face turn red and rosy And argue with each other I get intense cravings
I crave sweets I crave salt I crave spice I become completely out of control In those moments I surrender to my urges Just like a dog Or like flames I destroy everything in my path I watch this unfold Like a pilot watches his plane go down Through a dense forest As I watch I become furious at myself Full of burnt ashes Destined For the object That brought me to this place Only then When the boy has got his cookie When the cashier check clears And the pilot regains Some sense of certainty Do I re-arise Fully aware Nihilistic Narcissistic Blue Swollen The sunny days in late autumn
Are likely a symbol For the duality of my existence This, my pen, is radiating Giving life to the prickly vines Giving warmth to the wandering owls In their nooks inside my mind The other The creaking cold Giving form to all the snake holes Like gravity Like death Tried and true Year after year I took a brief break from writing
I let my words marinate Like yogurt on meat They were absorbed slowly I examined the events from my childhood I felt the raw pain of uncleansed wounds The uninhibited wildflower And then I imagined what could be And then what was Seemed to drip away The family is here and I am thrilled
To feel connected To feel a part of something Is like a warm blanket On a frigid fall afternoon Like the pop of fresh kernels The moment the sun lays its dreary head Dreaming of what is to come What remains And what is My brain has turned to dense mud
My limbs like stuck branches wont budge The air like jelly My blubber body grumbles I am tired today I have some hope today
I thought hope flew away When the rocks fell towards the sky See I couldn't see That as they left me They were heading towards the sun And though I am behind Fatalistic as it seems The fact that we are all headed in the same direction Is a comfort |
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