Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
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Insides so bruised,
A melange of scar tissue
Creating clotted memories.
Solitary holes,
I haven't been untouched for years.
The resistance to bloom
Was like pulling teeth.
I became a vagrant,
Floating by and by like a cloud
Consumed with thought.
And memories of the ugly so elusive,
I made them impossible.
It is not raining, though
Desirable, the sunshine burns
And I yearn to jump off the deep end.
I'm alone in my struggle
But everyone knows.
Some roses are plucked too soon.
7-11-11
A melange of scar tissue
Creating clotted memories.
Solitary holes,
I haven't been untouched for years.
The resistance to bloom
Was like pulling teeth.
I became a vagrant,
Floating by and by like a cloud
Consumed with thought.
And memories of the ugly so elusive,
I made them impossible.
It is not raining, though
Desirable, the sunshine burns
And I yearn to jump off the deep end.
I'm alone in my struggle
But everyone knows.
Some roses are plucked too soon.
7-11-11
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