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Lie in the Sun

*First draft, feel free to comment.

I have always celebrated the sun and warmth of summer as a kind of release from the rigid realities of winter. Blinding pain and pleasure sizes my pupils into tiny dots. I am suddenly malleable. A drug soaks into my skin, constantly seeking elation. The change in temperature changes who I am.

The warm and beckoning sun lightens my heart and soul. But gone are my layers of protection. Finally, I bask in the joy of naked sunlight. The pleasure of a warm dusky night changes who I am. Calmly, the light reflects who I will always be. A chill wind nips my neck. Laughing at disconsolate girl.

As the winter comes I fear the harsh realities that are sure to creep up again. The cold, damp air shears what little color my skin has. Layers peel and a chill creeps to the surface. Pieces, warm and tanned, turn and stress against a callous edge.

I draw up my task with efficiency. One by one I wrap my body with soft, dry layers that distract from the unrelenting cold. Deeper I bury myself into my cozy den. Finally, I have a reason to exclude myself from the activities and social necessities. I am unchanging and unrelenting. Starkly I observe my detachment.

The winter is harsh and unrelenting.

With all of the foliage clear and the warmth of the sun gone, intentions will seem as clear as day. As it is in nature, this transition is often stark and harsh. Many limbs break from the weight of the first snow.

As they are shed, without regard, they are tossed aside. Once green and vibrant, they are now decayed and rotted. There is no doubt that their infrastructure will not sustain.

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Technology Part 2

I am thinking about submitting this. This is a sort of rough draft. Any comments, constructive criticism, and feedback welcome!

 

Delete

1. Facebook

2. Twitter

3. Create new gmail???

I didn’t edit

Texting when angry

Furious war

Don’t tell me

Doesn’t matter

4. Delete contacts

did you delete mine?

do you have it still?

One sided argument

Keyboard broken

5. Find f key

Ctrl Alt Delete

The internet can’t hang up on me

But that doesn’t mean you’re listening

is it you?

are you there?

6. Check your facebook later

Myopia

Different tenors beckon me, each
day when I languish from my sheets.
Following a tone that I might part, from
a dream which I clutch tightly.
Reflections where we watch, our
trodden minds dancing into slumber.
Sound reasons that we, find
our shape with the light of day.
Propping up a wedge I know, there
are many tasks… neigh, obligations.
Gripping the twisted metal, I
try and remember the last I thirsted.

But why do I linger on, my
tingling myopic concerns.
Why not just leave them, to
grace one another in comatose.
Relieving my sense of a time, when
I could say I had found.
I had found her, this
I knew for certain.
With a glance and tousle, now
she slipped into the cold anemia.

My pen

While I write upon lonely lines

Eraser marks declare tomorrow’s lies

Saline moments suspended in time

Expressing the emotion I struggle to define

Scratch off lead on white paper

Asking me explain my labors

The way when I write

Script instinctively deciphers

Expression engulfed in

Tiny matters

Come challenge my pen

Loosely grip the piper

Follow my lead

Whispers to my ear verse

Sounding the remorse

The whole stack of papers will surely burn

Clench my chest as the pages turn

Spilling a stack neat with regret

Tell a story most soon forget

My finger skims a parting line

Conclusions astounding

Weighted in time

Journal

The feelings are all somewhere
Reasons undefined
You sit there quietly
In the back of my mind

Hold close the reasons why
I don’t talk to you
I can’t even say it
Still I find it true

I love everyday
Every reason more and more
Some day I will define
The reason I don’t talk to you anymore

Subtle reminders of the past
A lost note long played
Words don’t describe
The bond we’ve made

I am sorry. That is what I want to say. I am so sorry. And although things could have happened differently, I knew better the whole time. Just shoved it down and pretended like it wasn’t real. Blamed it on your inconsistency. But that was just an excuse. A way to vent my frustration and denial and loneliness.

I know I’m ready. I turned enough in my brain. I’ve forced myself to say it out loud. But it’s still too hard to accept. That I did that. To you.