I've declared today as my own personal "Mental Health Day".
I remember dog-eared pages in a book;
sent to me by a person that
I have never met
(in person)
Maybe my fate will be the same.
I'll get famous when I am dead.
It happens to the best, that way....
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BUKOWSKI
Had his own way of putting things
into senseless, yet priceless lines.
The sky draws in a deeper, darker color of blue, white, tinged with red.
Like a suction canister of body fluids, from an operating room.
Tinged with blood.
Breeze, like breath, and the colors move into deeper shades; closing in on us like a fist. When the fist closes, it smashes down and makes thousands and thousands of pieces of glowing shrapnel that we call stars...
And at that time, when it comes - I hope it brings a sense of calm -
and silence -
and nothing else.
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Mental Health Day Notes, cont.
I've sat in this spot
most of the day
And I think
how amazing
that someone, somewhere, was doing what I have done all day
But made something out of nothing
And I've got nothing to show for it.
Copyright K. Anne Smith
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