some evenings,
i wish my emotions
were shoes,
with nerve endings
that i could untie
until tomorrow,
when i would double-knot them
and trudge on.
on a night like this,
i would look down at them,
caked in mud
and soul wearing thin,
and i would throw them
in the back of the closet.
curtains drawn,
i would retreat to my bed,
forgetting to set the alarm.







Devious Comments
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It´s self-assigned penance for problems with easy solutions
-Death Cab For Cutie
I like how you write about very personal topics,
and they always seem to relate to everyone else too.
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...but otherwise I like the way the poem works, shoes and all
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"Fake happy beats no happy" - Logg, Suikoden V
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