F & 4

a writer stirring in the mud, building castles. written work only-unless stated otherwise (c)2017 feathers and 4cakes

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Check out my profile on Wattpad, I’m Burnett https://www.wattpad.com/Jessycka77?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_profile Poet writer wordsmith block builder curator memory trapper keeper dust filled journal pages An LA coffee sick lyricist Waiting for a sunrise to land …

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I forgot why I came. I forgot why I said yes and used the weapon that I knew I could not fail with. I ate the edges off the pages and sat down, complacent. Unsure. So use to the 10 to 15 hr that doing less felt useless. I forgot until..,, I was asked to “help” with translation and cryptic language that said “yes because you understand”.

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Salvador you are the so real dale contigo.

poll lucks out in the pain

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We keep digging

And building

And revealing

What happens

When you love

When you let go

When you stand in the middle

When you run away

And when you choose

To love

The creation of things

And places

And moments

And words

And sounds

I love the soreness of the muscle

The tender ache that reminds me of the struggle and the unwillingness to give in.

And the knees didn’t buckle

And the mind didn’t crumble

And the tongue didn’t stutter.

We rolled into the spiders’ web

We rolled up the spindles

We learned to keep sewing

Until it bounced raindrops from its’ center.

Virtus

-jb2019

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Why can’t I do this

Why can’t I cut my heart out, and stitch around the edges.

Why can’t i drown,

Slowly lifting myself up onto the blank page.

Nothing moves. And sound is still. And I sit ...tapping the metal against an invisible page, that won’t submit and won’t be consumed.

Jb2019

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when too much espresso has got you grumpy, have a little wine and learn to smile

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the artist bends the artist folds the artist stretches and pleads for magic dust to spray over sunrises and sunsets to create out of nothing to bend what is out of focus into precision under burning flames blood hums beautiful melodies honey seals wounds shut. where is it resting? where do the chattering teeth clank at high pitch? (c)2017 feathers and 4cakes written work only

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