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Rain on a clear day.
The sky blue brushed with gold
and the clouds far away.

It reminds me of the times I cry
without knowing why.

Maybe because I'm bad at rhyming.

Salt Skin

Fill the bath halfway.
Water hot.
Steam rising.
Pour salt.

Swirl with foot.

Is it dissolved?
Yes.
Step in.
Sit down.
Silence.
Feel the salt on your skin.
Silence.
Do you hear the ocean?
Silence.
You breathe and the water moves.
Back and forth.
In and Out.
Do you feel the tides?
Silence.
Drops of sweat roll down your face.
Feel the salt on your skin.
Silence.
Lick your upper lip.
Taste the salt on your tongue.
Do you hear the ocean?
Silence.
Stand up.
Pull the drain.
Rinse the salt off your skin.
Silence.

3.31.14

Border World

So, I've been musing with the idea of writing a poem called "The Border World" just because I think it sounds kind of cool. I started tonight and wrote eight lines, but the last four lines I inadvertently slipped into rhyming; I actually ended up liking the last four lines better so I crossed out the first four.

The Border World

A border world that floats between

What you see before you and your dreams.

A snow-blank page where reality resides

Amongst the inky black behind your eyes.

I have to figure out where to go with this- I think it's becoming about writing? And also is amongst a word because it keeps underlining it in red....

Abandoned

After being abandoned again and again,

there comes a time when you start to expect it.

You hold people loosely in your heart's grasp,

so as to let them easily slip through your fingers.

But then there are the ones,

that make you want to clench down with all your strength

even though you know you can't.

You never can.

Because however strong your grasp,

they will one day slip away too.

So for these people

you spread your hand out wide,

even though it hurts you inside,

even though all of you is screaming to hold on,

because you know it will only hurt more

when they walk away on their own.