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June the 10th

I ain’t nothing like the next one

and think outside all the boxes,

standing up while you’re sitting down,

embracing my many losses.

 

Yet the sponge where my heart should be,

once so damp is now getting dry.

Used it to clean my memories

of the dust that had settled down.

 

June the 10th is an appointment

with them damn fantoms of the past;

a conversation with myself

to understand where all went south.

 

What’s so happy about birthdays

that makes you crave to celebrate?

Hungry for the fakest wishes,

Illusions on a silver plate.

 

Bring me the cake, keep the candles

and let me catch my breath instead.

Seems like I have one last attempt

to get my heels back over head.

 

Let me stand still in dull silence,

Let the world try to decipher

what is muttered in defiance,

what has been told and yet unheard.

.

.

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and it’s already gone.

 

See you next year, happy birthday,

I’ll pretend none of it happened

and play the game life wanna play,

Alas we‘re lame at it my friend.

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11 Comments

  1. Gosh. I miss reading your writes. Stanza four was so powerful man! The whole thing was amazing, but when I got to that one, I had to stop reading for a little bit. Word choice continues to amaze me. I’ve always been a fan of your work, and you effortlessly amaze me every time! Kudos!

    • And I sure missed your comments. I feel like I lack something to write properly these days, don’t know what. So I took my birthday as an excuse for this try. Your words might be the fuel to getting back. Thanks for that Cy

      • Bonne Anniversaire, mon ami ๐Ÿ™‚ Bonne santรฉ, plein d’amour, et de bonheur ร  toi!

  2. This is a very powerful write. Your words leaped out here. Good to see you back at it again. Thanks for sharing this epic piece.

    • Thanks for your words Jarid, your support means a lot. Glad to be back.

  3. NB NB

    I’ve been wondering about that all my life… you’re reading my mind, man..

    “Whatโ€™s so happy about birthdays

    that makes you crave to celebrate?

    Hungry for the fakest wishes,

    Illusions on a silver plate.”

    & just when I thought that’s the best part, I read this:

    “Bring me the cake, keep the candles

    and let me catch my breath instead.”

    rusty, you say? maybe birthdays are celebrated ’cause that’s when you write the best stuff ๐Ÿ˜€

  4. Daaaaaammmnnn…

    The hell have you been!?
    I’ve missed this type of writing.

    You nailed birthdays, & what they really stands for, to the tee!

    impressive!

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