change

Liquid People

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The people pour themselves into imagined containers
Of who they believe themselves to be,
But every construct has its holes and we never see the truth.

We keep leaking out of personalities
And building new stories to catch our watered souls
Until we finally run out of our liquids.

No fountain of youth restores the waters of life
And we excrete ourselves through our sweat cum blood saliva
Until we have nothing else to let out.

The clay people dry up fastest,
Even though time with them feels longest,
With their terracotta personalities –
Inflexible, choking and stagnant –
And those who become the tides of change
Live fastest and best.

a wretched success

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I can't change

but I

tried.

 

At least hard enough

for that guilty

piece of my

mind to

run and

hide.

 

I pretend it vanished,

but I know where it sits.

 

It sits in the old me,

the dead,

molted,

me,

hiding,

and waiting.

 

Waiting for nothing.

 

It's return will be a touch

too late to save me

from myself.

 

Is that a pity,

or success?

I want the storm to come

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A random thought came to me today: I want a storm to come; a really big one. Seriously. 
It's been ridiculously hot in Sudbury the last few days, and the weather has teased us with the hint of a storm a few times. I just want the storm to happen.
I don't mind hot weather, but it has been ridiculously hot and humid for too long now. Also, how cool is it when a huge storm happens? It's awesome! I love watching the lightning fork through the sky, and having the thunder rumble the house. I like the sound that the torrential downpour makes against the rooftops. Mostly, I love the chilly, stormy air, as it invades the humidity like Napoleon invading Russia (oh wait, I guess that didn't go so well.) The analogy works though, because the stormy coolness comes on strong, and is eventually beaten back. It isn't quite the 'scorched earth' strategy, but it's close.
All history nerdiness aside, I'm still waiting for the weather to change. Waiting for change is a huge theme in human life, and maybe there's some subconscious and symbolic meaning for my excessive want of a storm. You get a couch and a big, comfy chair, I'll lay on the couch, you sit in the chair, and we'll figure it out.

The soul sickness

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I saw you yesterday,

over my shoulder,

in a vivid dream,

you were dead;

symbolism,

surely.

 

The soul sickness,

strikes at me again,

with it's weary eyes,

drained, dead face,

gangly, toxic hands.

 

Deadly,

overwhelming,

it eats me like fire,

my thoughts are ashes,

floating freely on the winds,

thick with change and new life.