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Look in the mirror Have you counted your blemishes, your freckles, your wrinkles, your zits? Yes? You haven't found it. Not yet. At the end of the day when you lay down your head, are you awake reviewing all the ways you did wrong? Yes? You haven't found it. Not yet. As days become months,… Continue reading The Bedlam Papers: Redemption
I was always the shit show You said With my hair like that and my clothes like this and who did I think I was, showing you up this way? and drawing undue attention, to you, for being me? Did I join the circus? you'd snort. You said With all those old books and odd… Continue reading The Bedlam Papers: I was always the shit show.
I wanted to believe you couldn't be that cruel Love Letter We had known each other forever, at least it felt that way. You knew all my secrets, all my hurts, all my sins. I thought it was love but, I guess I don't know what that is. I understood our dark days, and I… Continue reading The Bedlam Papers: O wanted to believe you couldn’t be that cruel.
You don't have to steal to shine.
Love is a Mirror Refraction I see you you see me We see the world's Events reflected in faces Reactions to people, time and places Joy, rage hope, pain, and dreams Propel our bodies in different ways Is love the mirror? Or is love how I see you and me the world's events every day… Continue reading The Bedlam Papers: Love is a mirror
Tell the Truth, say that you are scared Monster Under the Bed Scared. Me? Absolutely. I'm afraid of you. I'm afraid of most people. You see, I've spent a whole life watching people leave leave me, specifically. Some have said I'm too fat, too short, too strange, too smart Some say I'm not pretty enough,… Continue reading The Bedlam Papers: Tell the truth, say that you are scared.
I will glorify the shit out of my body Wild Acolyte If my body is a temple I am it's priest I will offer it the strongest grains my grandfathers did not farm the land for me to starve I will pluck the ripest, juiciest fruits and serve them in golden bowls to this body… Continue reading The Bedlam Papers: I will glorify the shit out of my body
Paper. Vellum. Parchment. Skin come back home you've always known it's in the bones Love is a Map to "I Am"
My heart is a choir of "Fuck Yes" Oh, Hello It's been so long since seeing anything so good Such beauty should be a crime Passing silage better than pure oxygen, so high A smile like that could raise the dead ... and perhaps it did Come closer so to feel that whisper and I… Continue reading The Bedlam Papers: My heart is a choir of FUCK YES
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