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Poetry month day 10 – Letting go

by Trish / 10/04/2016

It’s fucking hard.
But necessary.

Give me a sec, I’ll get there.

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and lost the gift of word?"
She seemed to chide,
Though not deride "My darling, that's absurd.
You're on that side, i'm on this
And yet we are the same
Yes sometimes silence
Feels like violence
But taking time? No cause for shame
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There's no need to be confused
Sweet ghost, don't grieve
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And tomorrow shifted from future to present
From having nowhere I felt home, secured this place to call my own,
With parquet floors and french style doors that make it pleasant.

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This is me, today.
Feeling wretched and alone, in a house that's not a home,
in a city I don't know, scared that I won't grow,
too broke to run away, searching for a place to stay,
and call my own.
The words that i'm not writing, trapped inside, feels like they're fighting,
And these whispers become screams, til they're poisoning my dreams
These unsaid poems.
But I'll drag myself from bed, shake the darkness from my head
Remember how to play, secure myself a place to stay, because
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From first morning found to last morning of letting her go before she lost herself completely, the adventures and good times I had with my fine foxy friend were numerous, numinous and never dull. It was a time, and like all things, it ended, as peacefully as one could hope.
Thanks everyone who was a friend to me by being a friend to her, even when she was a willfully wild and crazy bitch who wouldn't listen one good goddamn. @jbettyp especially for giving her home when I couldn't. She's my full circle girl, from lost in the woods, to home safe at last.
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Walking home under darkened skies,
scraped by steel and glass,
a surprise connection with a reflection,
a familiar looking lass.
"Haunted by a quiet ghost,
and lost the gift of word?"
She seemed to chide,
Though not deride "My darling, that's absurd.
You're on that side, i'm on this
And yet we are the same
Yes sometimes silence
Feels like violence
But taking time? No cause for shame
We encompass such duality,
There's no need to be confused
Sweet ghost, don't grieve
The words don't leave
When you're the artist and the muse." #theartistasmuse
#Iammyownghostlearningtohauntmyselfproductively
#wordsarepatient
#icouldtakeapageouttatheirbook
#sotospeak

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And so found myself again, as day came to an end,
And tomorrow shifted from future to present
From having nowhere I felt home, secured this place to call my own,
With parquet floors and french style doors that make it pleasant.

Instagram post 2131484967979714266_175186952

This is me, today.
Feeling wretched and alone, in a house that's not a home,
in a city I don't know, scared that I won't grow,
too broke to run away, searching for a place to stay,
and call my own.
The words that i'm not writing, trapped inside, feels like they're fighting,
And these whispers become screams, til they're poisoning my dreams
These unsaid poems.
But I'll drag myself from bed, shake the darkness from my head
Remember how to play, secure myself a place to stay, because
This is me, today.

Instagram post 2013390663090299426_175186952

Messy hair fuzzy pants sunshine welcome back snuggles from Shadowcat ukulele Feist kinda day.

Instagram post 1988197564511792258_175186952

From first morning found to last morning of letting her go before she lost herself completely, the adventures and good times I had with my fine foxy friend were numerous, numinous and never dull. It was a time, and like all things, it ended, as peacefully as one could hope.
Thanks everyone who was a friend to me by being a friend to her, even when she was a willfully wild and crazy bitch who wouldn't listen one good goddamn. @jbettyp especially for giving her home when I couldn't. She's my full circle girl, from lost in the woods, to home safe at last.
Say goodnight, Gala.
Goodnight, Gala.

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