A mastermind
Or genuine
I don’t know which
And
There will be little joy
In finding out
If I wrong?
If I’m finally right?
But that’s what trying again is like.
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You steep yourself in joy
The moments warmly melt together
Until your smile clicks into automode
And you realize there’s only so much of another’s joy you can handle when you are hurting inside.
Their joy gushes forth and
envelopes your willing heart
but it makes the sinkhole larger…
It makes the hole gnaw away faster
making its gaping maw even larger
you helplessly taste the bitter tinge of woe mix with the sweetness of the time
Your conscience flails in the viscose goo of regret…
And you steel yourself against the tears that prick you with insistence
Because it horrifies you that
you could ever besmirch their rightful joy.
want/try
there is something so very unsettling
about wanting when trying
because when wanting
without trying
there is that vast and possibility filled field-dream
that would otherwise be
a lonely abyss
am i thought?
just for fun, when writing the piece “lit/unlit” light was the word that rushed forth…
a word
rushes forth
at every chance
“am i needed?”
“am i sought?”
it repeats itself
like a child recites
“can i or can i not?”
shamelessly
pandering
clumsily
meandering
teasing forgetfulness
like it wants to be caught
but ever ready
with a toothy grin
“am i needed?
how ’bout now?
am i thought?”
meant
tainted thine typed out tryings
verbage together litter a page
what more is there but lesser whats
riffled through and written out
as rejected
over confidence over
rhythm somewhere lost
devices to lie have proven true in their bitter lies
meaning yet means to change
to whatever it meant to matter
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