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My heart beat is like raindrops #pummel. My spirit in a tunnel Pain taught me to be humble. I stumble, legs weak, foundation is split asunder from the thunder of my childhood trauma. Too stubborn to surrender although I'm losing the face off argument to my reflection. #vss365

Darkening, by Paul Stone.

Published in Kokako Issue 43: autumn wind learning from the leaves when to let go #haiku

You don't grow by waiting for shelter. You grow by walking unarmed into the storm. #poetry #poem #vss365

Lands avail sweets savory tales bitter journeys crusade.

Midnight. And the book is done. In a way perhaps too am I.

Misty Thames, London, England, 1931

Literatures gossips spring well draw stories forth remember tell leave out worst threats let subtle sell lost missing piece completes puzzle.

Machine counting years cotton weave forever now woolen at seams snug tight-knit sleeves tweed will deed dandy don't leave memories behind or ever think fate doesn't rhyme for fading eyes farewell unless the leap is faith.

Truth is pure obsession.

Honesty

#vss365 rushing through the moment without note a stream without color, splash or watery whispers an abject loss of the sensory fullness to the spectre of the future that will never arrive #poetry #existential #abject

be patient, be still- sewing on a shadow takes a precise and delicate hand.

when you would do anything to get them out of their head

#vss365 #Poetry This will be rotten as I've forgotten how to write, crummy and appalling not a yummy taste delight, pitiful and witless is this abject lack of light, chronic and abysmal as moronic here takes flight.

Discredited intents to serve again relearn to trust.

Wayward woe how low you stroll hopscotch home to eat alone.

Fashionable their hate is real.

Whispered near in dearest ear a day the time and place tomorrow might as well.