Sit and wait
to hear the future
of next year
and begin to plan
so you’re ready
to meet it
and remember
the joy
of a decade.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Sit and wait
to hear the future
of next year
and begin to plan
so you’re ready
to meet it
and remember
the joy
of a decade.
Read my results
and know
nothing has sparked,
your stalemate
is just that
and nothing
has grown from it.
Nature flows
but is interrupted
in a confused moment,
holding the world
in a breath
it doesn’t know
to release
or suck back in.
Rewrite a path
and explore
what could have been,
what results are better,
which person
you should have
become.
Flip backwards
on the spot
to wow
and distract
those around
and yourself.
Did it work?
Ignore my presence
as you work
on tempting
my stability away.
Or is it deliberate?
Basking in my ruin
as you succeed
and watching me
sink
into defeat,
the self-deprecation
preventing any drive
to fight back.
Those closest to you
don’t know
the existence
of the one
who should be considered
your everything.
What does that say
when you hide them away?
What else
is secret,
even from yourself?
A persona
of innocence
and decency
hides a dark lust
to be wanted
but never really known,
shocking all
when a slip occurs
and you can never
replace the mask.
Smudge my progess
so it skips
out key moments
and I’m left
running back
or giving up,
moving forward
with no idea
what’s going on.
Tick away the tasks
until time
starts speeding again
and your idle moment
disappears
in an hour
of panic
you can’t
prepare for.
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