Modicum of sanity in this knotted mess of circumstance.
Cleaning up the pieces dropped and littering the ground.
Mediating, modifying, all in all, unsatisfying.
Gathering the pieces that are falling all around.
Most of all, time washes over, draining down and falling under.
Taking care to keep an even keel from stern to prow.
Just a wait now, neverending; hoping for a happy ending.
Clasping hands to heart in hopes to keep all safe and sound.
©2014 choiSOSS
(maybe lyrics? a bit cerebral… er… or abstract)
Click in the depths of my convoluted brain
Go the cogged wheels of turning, rolling back and in.
Bam to the bottom of my vessel of pain
Lands the pinpoint missile, bringing sharp-shooting stings.
It turns again. It burns again.
I yearn again. And learn again.
Pow in the gut with all my soft, tender bits
Goes the fist of regret, turning in as it hits.
Oof to the jaw in my beleaguered face
Lands the fist of the past, slinging mem’ry of waste.
It turns again. It burns again.
I yearn again. And learn again.
Caught in the wires
Of barb-ed thoughts,
Dragging up,
Dragging out,
Dredging pasts through the muck.
Cut it.
Break it.
Take it to the bone.
It’s time to begin again,
The seed’s unsown.
It turns again. It burns again.
I yearn again. And learn again.
New leaves sprout.
New seeds sown.
It starts again. It’s new again.
I yearn again. And learn again.
©2014 choiSOSS
She stands,
Slightly slouched,
Hair shining from brushstrokes,
Slight sparkles where the sun
Baked in flyaway ends, stirred by the breeze.
She smiles,
Wryly, one-sided.
A thought crosses her mind
And the lips press together
Making her dimples appear just for a moment.
She turns,
On one heel,
And strides away from him,
Not knowing the effect she has had
On his quick-beating heart, now subsiding.
©2014 choiSOSS
Intricacies of interactions
Reality of situation
And then
Intimacies of revelations
Harmony of conversation
And so
Panoplies of odd attractions
Verity of satisfaction
And how
©2014 choiSOSS
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