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Brighter Days Bestowed Your Crown
by Tricia Pattinson
The shine of your hair
Reminds me of white sheets
Sparkling in the Sun's warmth
Licking the light delightedly
My smile stretches across
Pinned to a measure of time
Like the white sheets billowing
In a memory
Of the blinding Sun
That brightened your hair so white
by Tricia Pattinson
The shine of your hair
Reminds me of white sheets
Sparkling in the Sun's warmth
Licking the light delightedly
My smile stretches across
Pinned to a measure of time
Like the white sheets billowing
In a memory
Of the blinding Sun
That brightened your hair so white
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I think it's too late to wake up now
I'm on the "right" side
of this nightmare
as my hand idly reaches
toward the edge that separates
where choice is a privilege
or non-existent.
I can rest my head
on dreams that could convert
hard work into opportunity
where I'm hardly spared
a second glance
and the word 'no'
is probably at least 80 percent-based
on merit.
My virgin eyes are still blind
to bullet-ridden walls and shrapnel fodder
where I can walk free, without my eyes
reluctantly trailing behind me, but maybe I should,
and the only blood I've seen
is mine.
I am at the "right" side of this nightmare
not because the people in charge are doing things right
but because I happene
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Regret
A coarse lacquer of filth
Regurgitated, a bubbling froth
Splattered forth from cracked lips
Shame incarnate, disgust manifest
A voice so meek, atrophied and dry
The oasis of your name, a mirage
Entombed behind my tongue
Locked away so tightly
Coyly peeking through my memories
Tainted repose, restlessly wan in form
Smug in your defiance
Teased incessantly
By the eyes I'll never see again
Drifting alone in the chasm of sleep
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Give Me A Break Already
I feel like I’m constantly living in a state of being sick with the flu - I am constantly heating up to the pointing of pouring sweat or freezing to the point of fingers and toes being painfully numb from cold. Sleep is a myth to me at this point; between the fever dreams and either excessive sleep or insomnia that leaves me drained, I’ve forgotten what it feels like to have slept well.
My temper boils close to the surface, everything is an annoyance or an upset, because I’m so frustrated with my own body and its attempts to keep me bound to a chair. Nausea is a constant thing, my head hurts and stings from constant headache
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I adore the description, and the way it all fits together. Keep up the amazing amazingness!!! X)