Mad World Diary

We are worn and wicked with whispers stuck in our teeth.

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Coming Down

It’s brutal,  how you still tug at my heart and how your absence leaves a black hole in it’s wake.

Even in silence I appreciate your occupancy, even in sleep I long for the sound of each breath. It’s sad, when I’d rather hear your voice shrouded  in anger than never hear it again. 

I’m beginning to ponder if I will ever feel whole. Will I ever be more than putty in your hands?

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Bite the Hand

I awake empty in the mornings with the absence of your good graces haunting my desolate cup.

I stand with my shoulders hunched and my ribs closed; I pondered over the contents of an empty chest.

I write letters nightly knowing they'll never see the light; signed with stinging grief and I cast each out with one last sigh.

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Life lately.

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Stream of Conscious

I throw a towel on freshly showered skin and pick a scent that will linger on my sheets as bare legs find their way under soft covers, and I lie back to the sound of snow falling softly outside.

I think of the foundation lying below me, rock solid and how I still dream in water colour, floating amongst memories of running through gardens as if centuries were yesterday.

I flip every switch, feeling the night cave in and settle into my pillow, giving my heavy heart a chance to swim.

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Life has been busy but lovely. Here's a bit of it.

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Come Alive

I watched snow fall, flakes floating through freezing air, landing on window seals and gracing bare roofs with glittering cascades of white.

I'm beginning to believe what my ears hear and I'm trusting what my mind knows.

I'm following each guided step, letting my heart swim in a pool of gratitude. I'm letting go of what isn't meant for me, knowing what is mine will stay this time.

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Who You Are

You laid everything out; fanning old flames and for a mere moment, illuminating what was buried, digging at a grave only I escaped.

I spent years defending, telling them all you aren't that kind of guy. But when the liquor flows freely truth surfaces with rubble I'd shoved to the side.

You ask me for what you aren't willing to give. And I put down my good book to hear, "I love you" even if its a lie.

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Yes You Were

I keep myself curled tightly in roots of an ancient tree, waiting for it to bear fruits of my labor, gathering strength to release weighted burdens, battling what once paralyzed me.

I set fault aside and carved our names with brittle nails and frozen fingers. I made deals with the sun to light a new path rather than chasing your shadow under a cold solstice moon.

I won't pass judgement on innocence felt or how hard I fell into your pile of soft autumn leaves.

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Life lately.

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Buckle

These days I let wind caresses my hair, like hands of lost lovers, as orange leaves float along the lakes breeze and an autumnal sky bends behind barren trees.

I hear white caps at night crashing against solemn shores, lulling me to sleep as crickets chirp and branches scratch against my sanctuary.

It's been a year since I wrote a letter, winding my broken tongue around consonants in your name. Feeling vibrations on my sternum and your burning fingers running down my spine.

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Longing

I want to be your ocean; let me be the salt in your veins. I need to flow within you; my waves moving silently along your wake.  I would willingly be the dust beneath your feet if  you’ll be the wind that sets me free. Plant me in your soil, watch me grow with the guidance of your hand.

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It was a summer well spent. Poetry will commence shortly. Enjoying life and these adventures.

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We made it to our new home. Now it's time to settle and rest.

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Life is pretty amazing these days. In the process of moving and I don't have anything left for poetry at the moment.

Enjoy a bit of my serenity.

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I was tagged by @definegodliness to write my url in music, and Mark knows I cannot resist a music tag! Thrilled it starts off with my blogs name sake.

Mad World - Gary Juiles A Long December - Counting Crows Dove - Lala Lala Wreaking Ball - Interpol OMG - Suki Waterhouse Rapt - Karen O Lumina - Joan Osborne Dreams So Real - Metric Dancing In the Dark - Bruce Springsteen Impossible Weight - Deep Sea Diver Ft Sharon Van Etten A Beginning Song - The Decemberists Running Up That Hill - Placebo You Stole - Brand New

I am not tagging a soul. If you would like to participate feel free!

Sorry about the current state of my blog, I am in the middle of moving and I am sure will be back after we've settled.

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Teardrop

Flowers blossom and leaves emerge from dry branches, giving life to dry air; making me lighter, feeling as if I could fly away.

I feel my nerves awaken and waters glisten while I whisper sweet words; watching the surface ripple, reappearing from a stagnant state.

Last night I looked into my eyes as candlelight loomed and droplets clung morphing my shape. I saw my future in a quick glance and walk fearlessly towards my faith.

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Gilded Lily

I carve out spaces between walls and plant seeds of doubt, cultivating with rejection and the belief I will never be enough.

I stretch my arms out in the mornings, beckoning love; hoping if I leave a window open it'll find it's way in.

I open my chest and lay rose quartz where it hurts the most, placing affirmations under my pillow, starting the day without rest.