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Morning Meditations
I am ruined
I am lost
this is a cheap poem
I will use very easy words this time
hate.
I hate you.
Yes
like teenage angst
all over again
I did a lot of this to
myself
heart, too open
too willing
I am boiled by my own blood
dried up
used up
all flavor lost.
I'm Vintage
The shelf life was taxing
but I made it to maturation
the taste is excellent,
the aroma at peak.
.
The barrels tried to splinter
the cork tried to rot,
I circled my heart around
my mind and overlay
soul juice on the perimeter
for protection.
.
I emerged, full bodied,
I do go down harshly at first
sip, then it gets better
and better, and better.
.
slc
This is The Best comment
This is The Best comment ever.
And I’m picking up what you’re puttin down lady A. :)
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
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Rich/poor, brilliant/imbecilic, healthy/dying, walking/crawling...the human is a magnicient entity that will perpetually surprise the universe! We rock! (and so do you).