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The Bluebirds In My Heart

How the bluebirds came to roost

  “There’s a bluebird in my heart that Wants to get out, But I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not going To let anyone see You” Charles Bukowski     When loneliness became a part of me In such a way that others could not see. My heart forgot to feel, it hurt so much, And locked itself up tight against a touch.   The bluebirds came to nest, they lost their way. They could no longer fly, they had to stay.   W...

Food for the Plot

Everything is greater than itself.

Let your mind wander, let my mind go too, Together our heads, simply make two. Two little thoughts, drift in the wind, Like a couple of leaves, carrying currents run thin. A momentary look, a rustle here and there, Browning and wearing, who saw… who cared? Slowly decomposing, now beginning to rot, Back into the soil, food for the plot. From the earth to the heavens, the story still stands, If you think far further, beyond...

Anonymous

Lines

Don't think too hard

u·to·pi·ayooˈtōpēə/NounAn imagined place or state of things in which everything is perfect   Lines. Entry 1)  I should not be writing, or feeling. They tell me that numbness is normal. They imagined the signs, they envisioned the nightmares, and they feared the potential credibility that lay within the pages. More important than their future, they feared their imagination. What beasts, what society, what ideas could they...

Working it hard

Working hard

Slide it deep,moving it fast andfaster.Working it hard and fast.Into the tight hole andit feels stuffed.Breaking a sweat,damn it is so stuffed andso tight.Working the snake in deep,pushing it deeper,pushing and moving it all around.Wow! This is hard work.Working it with both hands,going fast and deep as I try to rip it apart.Make it drain and making the fluids flow.Oh! almost got it.Oh yes!I can feel it.It is done,Breathi...

I am the dark and spooky woods. Oh, please, don’t be afraid. Just because you see overhanging branches and tangled brambles, darkness and no way out, it doesn’t mean I’m going to hurt you. I really do quite like visitors, actually. Come, enjoy my clearly set out paths. You may want to take a flashlight, though. There was this one person who forgot their flashlight. In fact, he hadn’t any idea how he’d got here. I knew exa...