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Down the Road

I have to leave behind things that matter. I can't see this road, But I'm going to need to leave behind a trace. #Song

I am at a loss for words and will continue to give my long, long moment of silence for the victims. Love will conquer, love you put into ACTION.

Honestly

I thought I had a darkness that would attract you. I thought you would feed off my darkness and we would create a bond, holding hands in the cold weather, wearing our heavy black hoods together. Sleeping in my haunted, chilly house, amused by my cat outside while smoking cigarettes; breathing in the fumes and out the electricity of our feelings, letting our feelings bud and become like stitches. But no, you didn't come. You just were a fragment of my mind and my expectations. Maybe, hopefully, one day you will come to me. And we'll fall in love, hopelessly.

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Nietzsche Would Kiss My Head

Everywhere I go his cologne goes too In the mall it's there amongst the stores and the lights and the people and the things When I smell it I can feel his hands over me I can feel that night where we first kissed on the porch Where my skin was felt and the rain came down and the question of "is this going to happen again" rang out like a long telephone for days I can hear his voice and I can see his eyes and the whisper that traces itself around them like a secret I hold my breath and clench my fists and pull at my clothing I inhale a person I don't want a future I don't need and a present that I want to run away from I could never love him Even though the alcohol makes me say yes without questioning He pulled down my everything just to look at my legs When I told him that I didn't like them And I showed him and allowed him that All in bare nudity Like an activist physically protesting The necessary freedom of a woman's body To love it and let it be shown But did he see that? Did he see power and freedom? Righteousness? Liberation? Solidarity? Or did he just see A fuckable Love object of masturbation That invisible flowy line of lust that comes out of the eyes and into the blood? Does he ever consider women's rights? Why is he so blind? Anyway. I enjoyed the body shots and I enjoyed the lemon. After every time I always tell myself this is never going to happen again. Nietzsche would kiss my head.

Here's A Hanger For Your Thoughts

Here’s A Hanger For Your Thoughts

These hangers that I work with, they are wooden with a strong, shiny, silver hook. They hold shirts and bras and dresses and flannels. Jackets and hats and tees and sweaters. We take them from a box, untangle them from each other and shake them off, rattling one by one- holding the cusp of our thoughts.

I think of asymmetry and I think of smoothness as I finesse the clothing. My mind is calm and anticipates the next fixture that will be like mixing paint to complete a color.

But the hangers are tangled. Hooks intertwined and inverted. Strappy dresses twirled around thick shirts like chiffon fro-yo. At last my thoughts sizzle like a curly ginger Afro and I shake the hangers in my hand and yank the thick dress out of the tangled strappy dresses which pop off leaving just the mess of zen injustice, mismatched garments scattered on the floor, and my thoughts at a new place. A place of frustration, tiny agony, and of a self-help guide for when to keep your calm at the work place; how to groan under your breath so the customers around you won’t hear you.

A hanger for your thoughts Place them here On this rack So you can look back at them And see your peace See your piece See what you can master See how easily you get flustered

Hang your thoughts up Let everyone see them If you can’t Then who are you? Who are they?

What is it?

#Darius #HangerForYourThoughts