ROUGH STROKES
Collected #vss365 and other poems from @I_is_for_me on Twitter.
28 oct. 2019
I'm one year closer
to the #grave.
Hopefully they will
dig it deep
so I can hear
the Earth speak.
As I rest in peace
I would know it all.
The bustling world far away
above my blanket of dirt
yet right in my ear.
A peaceful ending
as I listen in on the future.
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27 oct. 2019
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I'll be content
behind my pane of glass.
Palms against it
to feel life.
Suffering the same
cold winds.
Bathing in another kind
of sunlight.
While others #shriek
I will be silent.
I'll walk among
the other walkers
in quiet solitude.
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25 oct. 2019
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Some days
It's not the Steel
Stubborness
Anger
Some days I am #alive
because I'm soft
I am for real
because I'm fragile
I am alight
because it's dark
A horrifying strenght
by ultimate vulnerability
And my hardened heart weeps
as I blindfold it
Protecting
Saving what?
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24 oct. 2019
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Descending
into the #cellar
of your mind.
Stairs of fractured mirrors.
Silent steps
echoing through your soul.
To face oneself
is to lose oneself.
It's midnight.
King of kings.
Queen of queens.
Unmask
and face the greatest fear of man.
Your true reflection.
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23 oct. 2019
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Nothing but time
is #invincible they say.
Healing wounds
seeing growth
witnessing ruination.
All without being
stopped.
I object.
Dreams and hopes
bide their time.
Love outlast it.
Works of art
become timeless.
Time can be defeated
in seconds
by invincible souls.
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22 oct. 2019
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Went to the shrink
to get my #soul set.
Damn thing is stubborn
hasn't moved a muscle yet.
Of therapy no variant
has turned Doc into a confidant.
Mum's the word
it stays unheard.
He sighs, I shrug.
Guess it's got the silent bug.
Until I go
it won't even say hello.
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"What is it this time?"
"Just another out-of-body experience of a lost #soul searching for meaning." "Again!? Does nobody believe in reality anymore?"
"Don't think so. Do you want me to soothe it back?"
"Nah. Just cram it in. Serves the idiot right to wake confused."
21 oct. 2019
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Him uncomfortable in a tux
her painfully shy in a velvet gown.
One midsummer wedding
they faded into the wall.
The second best man
and the bride never to be.
Lost to #oblivion
among pigeons and roses.
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20 oct. 2019
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How do Normal do it?
Give me the #dirt
on common life.
Tattletale the mysteries.
Put mundane in a showcase
the cost on my tab.
Let's watch the cabaret
on everyday scenes.
Estranged
Distant
Theater binoculars
don't enlarge sense.
Silent on the balconies
we question.
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15 oct. 2019
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Maybe I am #alone
because other souls cut me.
I mayhap shut myself in
or the world out.
Perhaps there is meaning
to the storm I have become.
My eyes might be polishable
to get the darkness out.
Perchance I have a flame.
Haply I am broken
bleeding out.
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12 oct. 2019
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My world has skinwalkers
pruning their image
to look like angels.
Needy hearts
in fake shells.
They murmur and envy
feverish to be real.
Real #skin has no zippers.
True hearts doesn't stink.
Acting is pretending
but the stage is real.
When applaudes die
they all fade.
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6 oct. 2019
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Where to put the #demon
staying in my house?
Its bare butt can't be displayed
among crystal vases
or chinese trinkets.
That dangling tail
whips pictures off the wall.
I'll put it by the front door
to keep its siblings out
rivaling other evils
with its toothy snout.
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21 sep. 2019
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As an old woman she felt her memories down to the #marrow.
Sitting by the window she saw not the people rushing through their everyday life.
She saw her father smile through tears as she got married. She saw her childs first step.
She saw everything that had made her.
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19 sep. 2019
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Who knew life could be #cavernous.
The grand adventure
locked in rock.
Daylight like a fleeting dream
in stalachtite sleep.
You can be anything
but water wears you down.
You can be the foundation
but quakes will crack you.
Beyond your strength
fissures thrive.
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16 sep. 2019
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I lost the sky
the stars
the #euphoric winds.
Still my feet
do not touch the ground.
Being forever
over the rooftops
I live as I watch.
Never belonging
is still being free.
Seeing by spectrums
the world is my rainbow.
Perhaps I should pity
the grounded ones.
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12 sep. 2019
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It takes a moment
Less than a breath
More than forever
#Floodwaters sweep logic away
Stuck on repeat
the rest fades in waves
Where is the savior
salvaging drifting parts?
Where is the Captain
going down with the ship?
A lone sailor am I
without command on endless seas
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9 sep. 2019
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Janus turns its blind eye
towards me.
Silently unseen
I sift my essence
through time and change.
Once I was a small child
#uprooted from the ground.
Replanted in various soil
identity eluded me.
Now I choose my faces
keeping more than one.
My flowers are my own.
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9 sep. 2019
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Why?
Because.
How?
I'll tell.
The #soul
needs no reason
to fly away.
An open mind
is enough for it
to sneak out
like a tomcat prowling,
fighting for turf.
Back in the cubicle
it sports torn ears
and a mischievous grin.
The ultimate Trickster
disregarding its bars.
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7 sep. 2019
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In games of fate #serendipity
rains over fortunate souls.
Lucky One
your hands will fill a
nd overflow.
Love and fortune
favour you
as well you deserve.
Don't gift your blessings
to me.
My fortune lies
in seeing you soar.
No greater gift
than you keeping it all.
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6 sep. 2019
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Running on empty.
Hands cramped around nothing,
grip slipping on thin air.
Midriff twisting into knots
of barbed wire.
Falling from grace.
Dragged down
into the unseen.
Kneeling in the dark.
#Daybreak burns my eyes.
The star of day
forever takes the light away.
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4 sep. 2019
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The things you fear
to remember
are all in your pocket.
Wrapped
in gossamer thread
they bleed
into the cloth.
You carry
a thunderous #horizon
with no promise of dawn.
Hands keep busy
with that spindle.
What wretched thing
have you become?
31 aug. 2019
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Here comes the end
to temporary solutions.
Cracked surfaces
on polished words.
Cat' s gold
on broken promises.
Poverty lies in the grey areas.
None will prosper.
Waking up
to goblin treasures
turned to filth.
Silver tongues wag no more.
Tomorrow
will last #forever.
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30 aug. 2019
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Cold disdain has slaughtered #millions. There's a scrapyard of broken dreams in the labyrinth of neighbourhoods, lone cottages and barren fields.
Not given a proper burial they have no dreams of their own.
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26 aug. 2019
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#Confess your sins
burden the scales
give the coins.
The Ferryman
is silently waiting.
Shores of mystery
whisper your name
calling you home.
Endless waters
hide heavy peace
no breeze to marr the surface.
Time measured by oars.
In all despair
such sweet sorrow.
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25 aug. 2019
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Always moving,
always going ahead.
Never stopping.
Contentment
carried on my back
with everything cherished.
Bringing my everything
to today's horizon
and the ones in the future.
I'll meet you at the #skyline,
whichever of them to stay your feet.
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23 aug. 2019
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I'm not looking
further than the sky,
but I'm holding
infinite galaxies.
Mirrored in my eyes
are purple peacocks,
powerful colours
for grey afternoons.
Cold hands cradle
#bright blooms
though storms rage.
The fragile edges
hold the weight of the world.
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21 aug. 2019
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Planning and effort.
Will it #blindside me i
n a hit and run
or let me rule my kingdom?
Have life made me
aerodynamic enough
for takeoff
or will it glue me to the tarmac
while my birdlings fly?
Will I join
or just convey lessons learned?
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19 aug. 2019
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Reality barks l
ike a mean old lady,
tugs on my sleeve
like a spoiled child,
demands my attention
like a lover unadored.
Rather than worship
crass mundanity
I would #linger in clouds
spun of minds,
bewinged by greatness,
bathed in sunset shades
or stormy shadows.
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18 aug. 2019
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In my box of memories
diamond earrings
mix with rings of coal.
Seashell pendants blend
with tourmalines
in a tangle of necklaces.
The opals are mysteries
on a bed of velvet.
Red gold rubs off
on grey pearls.
Among my collection
your silver bracelet
is my #favourite.
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17 aug. 2019
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It takes only silence for Yetta to #imagine the worst.
Standing frozen on the threshold she breathes in deeply and locks the scream inside her lungs when she detects the smell of rot and fresh blood.
There will be no screaming, no announcing herself.
Because it's here.
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16 aug. 2019
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I open the page
and it's zeros and ones.
Electricity for parchment
and plastic keys for a quill.
Still it responds
as I write a #symphony
in words only.
Readers will hear the music.
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14 aug. 2019
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The last suit I'll ever wear
has 3/4 legs and a tricorne pirate hat
in bold purple.
An outrageous feather
moved by rebel winds
will tickle my ear
and billow my shirt.
I'll be coming for you
on the Flying Dutchman
#stubborn chin held high.
Whisking you out of my dreams.
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13 aug. 2019
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On the screen he's a #renegade
with a tempest soul.
Gun-slinging, hard-drinking,
bad-mouthing dreamer.
Roaming hidden realms,
destined for an early grave.
Temptation in my eyes
before the gunsmoke clears.
My heartbeats echo
to thunder, sparks and shots of glory.
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12 aug. 2019
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The Devils due is already paid. All that remain is the tang of regret and acrid smoke.
"Smells like pork" Exile says and licks his lips.
"Show respect!" Alburn growls. "This was a human being."
Exile pushes the body with his foot. "Well, now it's a crisp #shell of one."
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11 aug. 2019
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Locked inside my head
while rain falls outside.
My mouth a silent echo
to #vermillion thoughts.
Speech is a barren landscape
but my mind builds rainforests.
Rich placentas
are feeding lush fantasies.
Seemingly wearing rags,
but in truth hoarding
a dragons treasure.
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9 aug. 2019
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Bring me closer
to whatever God ruling me.
Bring me up to that throne
on an ocean of white,
a number in my hand as I wait in line.
I have some questions
unrelated to #glory,
wed to the state of the world. I
want it all spelled out,
making sense of the insensible.
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7 aug. 2019
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Envy turned into a #wildfire of lies
laid waste to the house of cards. Stacked against the odds
it came tumbling down
when improbability
went up in flames.
Now the King has fallen
and the Fool is left
earthbound by cold certainty.
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I'm hungover from dreaming.
Walking the worlds of REM
gets me drunk on what-ifs.
I wake up soaked in #emotion
from the Sandmans bottle
of high-percentage spirits.
The bartender of my nights
keeps 'em coming
as he commands my soul
to act out plays on the bar counter.
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3 aug. 2019
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In the desert
thirst has worn me down.
Parched and dizzy
I have come for the long walk,
sands of time my sole companion.
To find myself
I'll #sacrifice the oases.
I'll refuse relief of water
and protection in the shade.
Dust to dust my true evangelion. Fireborn my name.
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2 aug. 2019
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The house where I live
sits in peaceful repose.
Blue skies above.
Flowers below.
Still there is something
on the edge of my mind.
Faraway whispers
on a soft breeze.
Padding footsteps
close but not here.
Behind the #familiar
beckons a hidden world.
My soul travels to it.