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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.

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

Innate Observations

Have you ever imagined a world with no hypothetical situations?

There are some questions google can’t answer.

Although there are flotation devices under airplane seats;

likely a parachute would be better.

The early bird gets the worm;

the second mouse gets the cheese.

Nobody ever put up a sign that says “nice dog”.

If ‘con’ is the opposite of ‘pro’;

is congress the opposite of progress?

A clear conscience is a sign of bad memory.

I used to have an open mind but my brains kept falling out.

I used to think I was indecisive, but now I’m not sure.

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

Rebekah

Walking slowly muddy water

Is a child and a daughter

Puddle drops and a luring cry

“Wave to mommy”

“Say bye-bye”

Sitting quietly legs drawn over

Sky drawn back and fleeting forward

“I gave you fair warning”

Not at all

You didn’t tell me

I would fall

Crawling through trees cautiously growing

Entangled in our knots gazing

Reflecting over long drawn lies

Blind fingers grope the rough edges of goodbye

Goodbye to my lonely

Good riddance my hate

Pressing iron in my chest

Torment follows deep unrest

Stomach burns for my ties

To my kin I say goodbye

When you’re young thoughts run wild

Soon you’re old

Wistful child

Tightening the rope that holds them in

Waiting for the light to shine in