Setting Sun

I sat beside a setting sun. A setting sun that said she was done.

She had been chasing the moon. But always seemed to arrive too soon.

I pointed at the stars. And showed her that’s how we all are.

Chasing something that you want. A shadow is what you hunt.

-OM

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A reflection on my reflection

I saw a reflection on my reflection.

A face, a hand, someone there.

No one to see my reaction.

But still I feel a stare.

I see your presence ever present.

Memories of what came to be.

A simple moment made present.

Were we meant to be.

Three heartbeats left from four.

And all we wanted was more.

For that four to be more.

For that we prayed and swore.

Life is made of days and now we have today.

A day I see a reflection on my reflection…

Another day I feel that linger of dismay.

Why won’t it go away.

-OM

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She

I see between the sheets.

Silhouettes of you and me.

A fine line for eyes to see.

Of movements only you and I can breathe.

We don’t even need these sheets.

The night air is safe to see.

As our bodies cling between.

And memories are made with me.

-OM

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Unedited

I think I’ve become scared of everything I will be. Everything inside of me, all that’s left are dreams. How do you get these things to leave I’ll think.

I know how. I know how.

Here’s a way. We’ll try this way. A drink or two. Do you smoke they say.

We do what we have to to stop it from happening. It’s an it. My kid asked me the other day why they made that movie about the clown the name ‘It.’ I didn’t have an answer.

What’s more scary than ‘it?’ It makes you cry, you don’t know why. Even wine doesn’t bring a smile to these eyes. I’ll drink a little. I’ll drink a bit. We’ll see if we can drown this it out. It never works.

I’ve found an answer, a solution that works for me. It blocks the dreams and they wait for me outside the line of my bedroom shrine. I feel them creep as my toes cross from the safety I’ve made here. But it’s ok. I’ll be ok. Bring on those dreams. Who needs rest.

Jason

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Something

I sat upon the edge of tomorrow,

and dangled my legs into the future.

Swinging my feet into tomorrow,

I looked for some inspiration to borrow.

For something worth seeing to see.

Some inspiration left inside of me.

A sign of what the future brings.

A sign of what today really means.

-OM

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Personal

Color me by number. Categorizing how I feel.

Shade in my personality with your interpretation of what I mean. Italics by a frown. Question marks by my smiles.

Color me in until I am free. Until there are no more numbers in me.

-Opinionated Man

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