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Relieve me of,
These knotted dreams.
Make a heart with your hand-
Hold it up to the light,
Tell me you're all mine.
That we shall be together beyond time.
Whisper something sweet,
Hold my hand to your heart's chest.
I promise I'll always love you,
I promise I won't smash your dreams.
I'll be by your side through the night-
I'll be there even when we fight.
There's nothing that will make me leave.
There's nothing that-
Will hinder me.
I might get mad,
I might just tease.
But I will be there-
Even when you don't want me.
These knotted dreams.
Make a heart with your hand-
Hold it up to the light,
Tell me you're all mine.
That we shall be together beyond time.
Whisper something sweet,
Hold my hand to your heart's chest.
I promise I'll always love you,
I promise I won't smash your dreams.
I'll be by your side through the night-
I'll be there even when we fight.
There's nothing that will make me leave.
There's nothing that-
Will hinder me.
I might get mad,
I might just tease.
But I will be there-
Even when you don't want me.
Literature
Where Have You Gone?
Where have you gone, lover of mine?
Where have you been, this unending time?
Have you gone on a train, to a place far away,
Where the mountains sing and the sycamores sway?
Have you taken a boat to an island alone,
Where you sit and you think as you toss a cool stone?
Have you leaped on a plane to see new skies,
Where you watch shining stars with tired, worn eyes?
Have you just walked along roads with rotting old signs,
Where the locals count up your hard liquor fines?
Have you met someone new, sweet, and bright,
Who listens to your stories until late at night?
Have you made a friend that lends a hand,
Who will be by your side in the dirt a
Literature
Angstxiety
I am work weak on Wednesday
in a heap of hangover and hesitation
with fingers on a phone haptically
actively anticipating feedback—
I need that why do I need that.
My angst and anxiety
is constant and courses
and throbs with a pulse
that demands concern
of a baby boomer crooning poetic
in the distance to call me antisocial, or you know,
you could just call me.
If being this busy in an age
of constant communication
feels like having slept
but not feeling rested,
I'd rather cancel my plans
like a responsible millennial
and go to bed.
Literature
6 word stories
I. Like snow,
She was falling - white and cold.
II. Every other day,
Red lights - she sighs - shines down.
III. While he sleeps peacefully,
Eyeballs glow, secretly, under the bed.
IV. Bedsheets
Ripple like waves on the lonely bed.
V. Our kittens,
Nasty little things, purring away the afternoon.
VI. Middle-age.
Dainty hands, watch as wrinkles come.
VII.
Young faces, autumn grass, counting stars.
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this is so cute 