Woods and Lakes

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It changed, so completely.

Life as I knew it, to be stillness.
Some uncalled for drops in my lake
Formed waves, many waves.

I sit back and enjoy the new pages,
A new fairy tale starting.
I begin to read aloud and still, still,
I don’t seem to believe it.

It’s a fairy tale.
The woods behind me scare me.
I hold the book in my hands and pray,
Hoping to feel less misunderstood.

The lake is beautiful and still.
It makes waves, this new one.
I can see past the forest sometimes.
I just pray there is no evil witch inside.

Confessions of a Midnight Clock

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People usually lay down,
Often whispering
Under my tic tac sound.

My glossy glass shields
Inner mechanisms
from the pessimism
Of those nervous heartbeats.

I still hear them.

The restless rumbling of lies
Working their way out their mouths,
As my pointers go down.

Lip biting, finger pointing
I keep ticking,
They’re almost choking.

For them I’m just a midnight clock,
Stuck in between two days.
A zero number machine
that keeps secrets safe.

JB

Tequila Voicemail

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It roams the alley,
A deep breath vapor chasing the air.

These Nikes sit at home,
Eyes stuck on the window.

New shoes already painful,
Walk over my art street.
(Still hiding my feet)

Brain leakage near the window,
Waiting for drunk words to be heard.

Soon enough It will come,
The tequila voicemail I crave…

Beep…Beep…
It has begun…

JB