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The Bare Bones



I know how
I cover my face
and scoff
too much emotion
makes me want to run off

tilting myself at reality,
and garnering myself
an academy award

if it isn't life on my terms--
flail about with octopus arms
lose the charm
blossom

rarely these days do you find
a smile
on my face
an alien to my nature
perhaps the entire human race

its easier to manage
through derision
living life by indecision

afflicting myself with frenzy
chicken little sky falling down
like menses

my atmosphere
chilly and raw
like winter rain

this
won't do
and yet I
continue to
hide behind
false fronts like religion

I'm not interested
in being interesting
too self-involved
un-evolved
and ready for the tree
as my cross...

this is my new therapy now.


Copyright February 2014
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Meloo/melissa a howells
Tilt-a-World






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