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hug, not argue
My reality
My fakery
Where one begins
Where one ends
Full of emotion
Apprehension
Over what did
Of what could be
Of what is not
Never will be
Desperate to connect
Mind seared
With love's passion
Frozen in time
Companionship grateful
Friends with benefits
Limited connection
Suffocation
Relationship bridge
Inner core yearnings
Of monstrous proportions
Boy meets girl
Girl meets boy
Love hoax
Only beginning
End in sight
Set stage right
Begin meets end
Start again
Revolving
Inner-core door
Pounding to be heard
Screaming to hear
No one there
With inner-ear
Owner-light shrouded
Limited vision
Notion not conceived
Settle down
Fake reality
Way of living
Outward peace keeping
Inner destruction
Hug, not argue
Growth matter of fact
Can't be fake
Can't be real
Censorship
Don't hit send
Disturbance ahead
Don't panic
Hug, not argue
Mode of day
Bring about peace
Within
Without
Is the way
My fakery
Where one begins
Where one ends
Full of emotion
Apprehension
Over what did
Of what could be
Of what is not
Never will be
Desperate to connect
Mind seared
With love's passion
Frozen in time
Companionship grateful
Friends with benefits
Limited connection
Suffocation
Relationship bridge
Inner core yearnings
Of monstrous proportions
Boy meets girl
Girl meets boy
Love hoax
Only beginning
End in sight
Set stage right
Begin meets end
Start again
Revolving
Inner-core door
Pounding to be heard
Screaming to hear
No one there
With inner-ear
Owner-light shrouded
Limited vision
Notion not conceived
Settle down
Fake reality
Way of living
Outward peace keeping
Inner destruction
Hug, not argue
Growth matter of fact
Can't be fake
Can't be real
Censorship
Don't hit send
Disturbance ahead
Don't panic
Hug, not argue
Mode of day
Bring about peace
Within
Without
Is the way
Published 18th Feb 2020
Author's Note
The struggle to find self, to satisfy inner-core yearnings, to be the me of me, to share without being judged, to say how one feels, to state ones feeling, is a complex sets of rules, that many cannot fathom and yet struggle to the death to follow. My unfathomable journey is in the winter of its days. The wintry mix of snow, ice and rain is as slippery now as when started. Making sense is not my thing, struggling is the only way.
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18th Feb 2020 7:26pm
Tight piece love the way it keeps folding back upon itself, almost in in a pro/con way
18th Feb 2020 7:32pm
Thanks again. I have so many fragmented thoughts. Hard to write and put in a piece together that makes some kind of freaking sense.
19th Feb 2020 7:05am
19th Feb 2020 11:48am
Thank you for your comment. May I ask what specifically caught your attention?
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24th Feb 2020 00:09am
Thank you again for your reading and for your support. It's interesting because I used to get remarks in school about run on sentences. Hell, I should have been writing in the manner of poetic expression all along.
