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Love is an Addiction
According to my dear mother
Love is an addiction
Just like any other
Bet you never knew
I was addicted to you
Didn’t know what to do
Always feeling blue
Whenever we were apart
Right from the start
I gave you my heart
You tore it apart
You wanted my soul
That was your goal
You wanted full control
I said no, you’ll have to go
And so I play my role
© 2018 Cora J. Bouzane
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Writer’s Block
Every now and then I look at my pen
Look at my pen and wonder
If we should be down by the sea
Away from all the thunder
My pen and I, an azure sky
We’d have no time for slumber
Could we then write both day and night
Or would that be a blunder
Can’t blame the clock for writer’s block
Time is just a number
© 2017 Cora J.Bouzane
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“That’s the thing about kindness. The best way to spread it is chaotically, lawlessly and randomly until everything around you starts to be madly beautiful.”
— Juansen Dizon, The thing about kindness
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Our Desolation
A silly damn fool kidding himself resolutely halfheartedly holding on to a place that was never even there and a time at least several years gone Now lost and alone within himself no love left to give or even to share an indigent beggar of his own making have you any friend perchance to spare Sitting too long with our desolation some claim we grow comfortable in it ever more tired from perpetually taking will he ever wake up and try to give a bit Sometimes we grow comfortable in our own shit 12 Step Humor and Wisdom
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My Little Princess
Say goodbye but not forever say farewell but only for a while fret not dear child it’s only goodnight may your dreams be soft and gentle I’ll be here with the morning light so I’ll see you later alligator your turn now my little princess (giggles) after awhile crocodile now do sleep tight my precious one (sniffles) how I dearly love to see you smile (whispers) goodnight, don’t grow up too fast
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“When life pushes you into a corner, be still. You are in the most ideal place to observe.”
— Juansen Dizon, Wallflower’s strength
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sonmulent’s gold
* nightly anticipating a visit to the land of dreams literally, not metaphorically as poets, optimists & escapists waxing romantic do there i’m in friendly company & its confines, though random & undefined are a product of my own life, soul & mind i’ve always felt it’s been ‘slept on’ - pun 'tended - seen as a last resort, relegated to the occasional retelling if remembered, or mythical inspiration for artists & scientists alike
maybe i’ve maintained the internals of a kid, perhaps i possess a non-infernal id, but always have i deemed the dreamstate a most desirable & sacred place fascinating rather than dreadful - i find, parsing the questions roaming my subconscious mind, suppressed urges & yearnings in cinematically swirled sequences surfaced courtesy of my DNA’s worldcrafting embed
i’ll chance the occasional sweat & terror inducing nightmares & their associated Oneroi, if it means meandering through fanciful frames & fragments from the amazing maze of me, planked - first-person explorer mode
& how fun is flying? vying in best case scenarios beyond my wildest…(you know)
should it not happen any given night, there’s always a chance to pillow prospect the next -
still beats trudging through most tundra’d days & nights in determinate time yet another chance to mine the Morphean ore, this time for treasures ever elusive & fascinating to find forevermore. * 4/19 - lebuc - somnulent’s gold
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Trust
You’ve lost hope, too many lovers let you down you haven’t found a single one you could rely on when the laughter came, they were ever around yet never when you needed a shoulder to cry on Can’t you see, I can be there for all these things yet I’m afraid I cannot give you this offer for free while I’m willing to share all that tomorrow brings first you will have to learn to put your trust in me
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Dacia Maraini, tr. by Tim Vode, from “Dreams of Clytemnestra,” wr. c. 1994
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Today’s Prompt 2/18/19
Remember, I post a new Prompt Monday through Friday at 5pm EST. Tag your responses #mmprompt or #maxmundan and I will post the best ones.
Today’s prompt- the heart of Saturday night
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