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Isolation Isles

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In dark oceans under changing skies
Swimming, exist Isolation Isles
Not found on maps
Or through directions of compass
These lands float on unnamed waters.
Barren- white sand that has never seen the sun
Under the glow of stars that burn.
A ragged doll sits beside a rock
Button eyes, button mouth
Matted wollen hair.
A childhood lost in the consciousness of grown years
These oceans have no meaning to the outside world-
Caged in a mind, the waves roll
In dreams- young eyes see the button holes
Of a beloved doll friend on Isolation Isle
The gone years had been so kind.
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~insight07

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Saturday

Saturday is not a Saturday anymore but
The number of spiders crawling under my skin
A chair is not just for me but the weight of thoughts
That just sit inside of me.
No light, artificial or from a device
Is ever bright enough.
If I don’t have the wall up close
Very close
Touching my eye lid, I feel I will fall apart.
Structures becomes liquid and I am drenched in my room.
It is cold, my fingers are burning- red at the tips
Match sticks
Burning all at once, I don’t have enough air in my only two lungs
Isolated in my chest, to put the fire out.

I feel my hair, it is soft.
Maybe the only part of my anatomy I take care of
Consistently-
I cannot fall apart or let them fall.
Slowly, but shakily.
Pretense of a steady past.
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~insight07

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Remember

I want to remember
Honey from a new tea sitting on my lips, after I thought I couldn’t begin with a new day.
A piece of chocolate that I shared with someone new, with nothing but love and faith in my chest.
Diaries I carefully selected for my friends as they visited my city for the first time, miles traveled for shared moments.

I want to remember
Recovering my health slowly many times, and gulping boiled apples (they taste like jelly).
Cooking on so many days till my father recognized the way I cut carrots differently from my mother and sister.
Sharing a blanket and room with my sister after a year of cold bed, only to fight on most days.

I want to remember
The many flowers that blossomed in my house this year
The way conversations flowed everyday over cups of tea
And the troubles that slept with us, but so did faith, and so much love.

I want to remember
Unlearning the shape of my spine and the taste of my words.
Learning to crawl and cry and stand up again.
Spinning in the same city to different tunes, even as the world lived in air planes, knowing that everything has a time.

A lot has happened
But, everyday has happened too.
And everyday will happen still.

I will be just fine.
Until next time.

~insight07

Stampede

A murmur, a glance in the dark
A fire far away, ten thousand miles away
Through naked eyes, a burn of white
Stamped and stomped on unblinking eyes
A desire to run where the mind runs
Pockets and corners of forgotten past.
Each moment is endless-
A circular sky and a point of ocean.
Watching at the end of cliffs
I see fire breathing on rocks
They stare at me with their naked lies
Of happiness, safety, security
And love from a future that is yet untouched.
I was in control of the direction
Footsteps in lines that were parallel and clean.
Now it’s a stampede of misgivings
Stamped and stomped on my unblinking eyes.
Planets with lives hide in plain sight
Any life apart from this human life.
Conscious is a disease of the mind.
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~insight07
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