Church Mouse – chey the poet

I feel too big for this space.

I am a House fest in a house not made for guests and

Any noise I make perpetuates my anxiety.

She knows I’m here, but I don’t want to remind her.

The crinkle of my granola wrapper feels like the only thing echoing here,

Except for her contempt for me

Within these walls.

NEITHER OR EITHER – blindzanygirl

At the back of my mind I find you
Though really you do not exist
Perhaps I made you up
Then hid you ready to access when I need you
Over and over again
I turn over the things of life
Or are they really death
I no longer known what is living
And what is dying
Though maybe both are the same thing

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singing praises- A Writer’s Soul

Why sing praises,
When I can never think of any,
Nothing good at least,
Am I supposed to come clean?
Scrub myself, to the bone, to remove your trace on me,
Express myself in ways that make me raw and like you.
Because I can’t find any trace of you,
And for that I’m glad,
I can never sing your praises,
Because I never found anything worth my voice,
Worth my words, worth the feelings you find in other dedications,
Saturated in sweetness and sour,
It never painted a pretty picture of us,
Perhaps it never could, we just weren’t meant to have hymns and sonnets,
Building like a sinking stone,
Resentment never looked good on anyone

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The Little Things – Dr. Phoebe

Normal day,
let me be aware
of the treasure you are.
Let me learn from you,
love you,
bless you
before you depart.
Let me not pass you by in quest
of some rare and perfect tomorrow.

Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so.

-Mary Jean Irion

May we never forget the treasure that exists before us.

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