#madmusings

"If writing can open doors.. Baby, I wanna blast a hole in heaven!"                     This is the home of J.R.B... My mad museings.  Straight from my head to you.

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It's tragic how the sea loves the land.  She runs herself ragged trying to touch his face for one moment.

J.R.B

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November Child

I’m cold to touch but hot to hold.  I was born at the start of November.  I love reluctantly and too hard.  I adore fast action, then the meditation of watching my coffee cool.  I throw books across the room when I hate the ending.  The only companions for me are those who fight with fire.  I am draped in every color of autumn, and will freeze over before you can enjoy me.

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You be my "grounding force", I'll be your "batshit crazy".

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I think there is something we need in the sea... Our souls crave reassurance that thrashing is completely normal, and it is beautiful..

J.R.B

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Every once in a while... On a soaking pavement, you find yourself again. You find a portion of who you could be... And you should run with it...

J.R.B

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It often seems to me.. That life is like the fall. Full of thrashing wind that brings change.. And warm fires that make us content. Full of wet mornings that make you shiver... And whiskey to burn you back to life... Perhaps this is why I feel like the most alive of all my selves when it is fall..

J.R.B

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What's the point in trying to fit? You'll only crack the mold.

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If it was written and it was clever, I remember it.

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You’re strong like the sea is stormy. Your chaos could wear down stone.

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Chase me down these steps. When you catch me, let me be nonsensical. Let me play like a toddler! Finish my antics with a kiss like fire. Then tell me you love my mind.

J.R.B

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I think there is magic in the between of the seasons. I feel I could move mountains in those fleeting weeks before autumn concedes and the frost lends it's decorating hand. There is something stirring about those last frantic moments. It's as though both me and the earth are lovers on a timeline. Frantic to convey never ending devotion, while time pulls at our coats in the form of a bitter wind. Determined to make the passing hours more precious because they slip through our fingers.

J.R.B

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People say hell doesn’t exist: I think it’s sitting with someone you can’t speak to. People say heaven is a hoax: I think it’s sitting with someone and not having to speak.

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If I wrote the greatest poem on earth. If I wrote the novel that ruined all others. I would count these accomplishments secondary to running away with you.

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Sometimes I wonder at my own sanity.  Then I wonder at the worlds.

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Sometimes, all you want is the fabric of their t-shirt in your fist. A small, steadying reminder that something is strong enough for you to hold.

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Count Me In

"What matters to you?" She asked He fixed her with an ice blue gaze that stilled her soul. "Only a few things. But they matter.." "Like what?" He gave a slow smile. "Thoughts, what's right, heaven on earth.. And rather or not that includes you..?" There was a question in his voice that shocked her. "Count me in.." Was all she said.

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A simple game of chase.. No one can take your place.

J.R.B