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Short Poems

Trip Out Man, Come Back Soon

Tired, hot, exhausted, sticky, scared, lonely, dirty, dependent on your love.

A million decibels of scream pulsing around my body, tightening my muscles, stretching every sinew with their power.

Memories drifting in and out, smashing against my present reality

Nervous sensation adding to the mass of energy building inside me.

Honesty tearing at my heart, ripping at my guilty soul, my greedy soul smashing every truth into fragments of reality.

Easy, tiny pieces of my life floating through a river of knowledge. Being swallowed by the truth. Bobbing to the surface like glints of sunshine on a ripple of a heart beat.

Continuously rising to the surface.

Short Poems