Help! How do I stay focused???Thanks,
Joe
Fire vs. BodyBurns from the candle dripping wax, on pages Made of paper, where I write my Pretty words of heaven and Hell. Water stands on my bedside in a glass pitcher, but I am too weary to put out the Errant flames consuming the sheets before me.Fire vs. Body
Burns on my skin from playing with fire: A habit best Made done with. It is a difficult charge when I gaze at the Pretty blaze that flickers before my eyes. They say Hell is fire and brimstone. A place most paramount for my amusement. Water will not be necessary in death, though Errant tales may lead me to false beliefs.
Bowl Of Loved-Ones LostMy dead goldfish’s fishbowl comes to use Holding the memories of loved-ones lost The presents received and kept for so many years:Bowl Of Loved-Ones Lost
Grandfather’s old watch, worn leather strap and a face of gold
A present received when I was a girl of seven.
A sign of friendship from my Cousin, a braided ankle-bracelet
She made it when we were ten.
The puka-shell necklace
my Uncle brought back from Guatemala
I was thirteen.
Diamond-studded earrings from Mom and Dad
for my High School Graduation Seventeen years old
The bra
Patsy ClineBracelet from my Aunt that I left in my Disk-shaped drawer. It gets dropped into the Bowl with all the other jewelry from loved-ones lost. Cup filled with gin falls to the floor and shattered Glass covers it’s surroundings. Leaving scratches on the Monitor, where the obituary lingers – I could recite it in my head –Patsy Cline
Plate, lonely without it’s cup of gin, holds my now ice-cold Pizza Pocket. I drop it on the floor, CLANK! to join it’s lost love – I know how it feels – I pick up my Arizona. It’s piss-warm and fails to comfort me as I listen
Father FishermanYellow is the colour of the dress I wore when I was Fourteen. When my fatehr pushed me on theFather Fisherman
Swings and I swore I could jump off and fly across the Ocean, where everything lays at bay.
Fourteen hours I spent imagining the wind and how it would Swing the boats back and forth over the waves of the
Ocean, where everything lays at bay... and the sun reflects Yellow on the waters surface.
Swings the fishing pole as he tries to catch the fish that live in the Ocean, where everything lays at bay Yellowtail hurl out of the blue. Twelve, thirteen, Fourteen. Onto the boa
no my skin just scratches off.grandmother used to close her eyes and sweep out herno my skin just scratches off.
arms in hesitant circles, wearing her russian accent as a
skullcap or fatsuit, rouged and eager, she used to conjugate imperfectly and blame it on her numb lower lip.
until she was eleven she spoke only to me, and i held her hands, and i kept our balance together. it starts to become about her, when grandmother stands alone at the ticket counter, and one leaf falls in the six o’clock sunlight, and the seesaws all are empty. when grandmother leaves wringing her pale fingers of blood in anxiety and unravels her tongue,
~Teague
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"I don't' have bad days. I have personal growth days."
"Bask in the sunshine, dance in the rain.
Cry when you need to, and then laugh again."
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~Teague
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"I don't' have bad days. I have personal growth days."
"Bask in the sunshine, dance in the rain.
Cry when you need to, and then laugh again."
*wizemanbob
~Teague
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"I don't' have bad days. I have personal growth days."
"Bask in the sunshine, dance in the rain.
Cry when you need to, and then laugh again."
*wizemanbob
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~Teague
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"Bask in the sunshine, dance in the rain.
Cry when you need to, and then laugh again."
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