After I Leave

“Of course. That’s what people do in a disordered world, a world of freedom and choice: they leave when they want. They disappear, they come back, they leave again. And you are left to pick up the pieces on your own.” ― Lauren Oliver, Requiem

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I have no game not committed to any way

Change my colors blend and go

Disappear in front of your eyes.

Blowing in the wind since I was born

Not wanted anywhere where I am

Wanted everywhere after I leave.

Flashing colors, calling my mate

In a blink I’m gone, left with the wind.

Laughed at, but changed quick

What they laughed at yesterday

Is what they desire today.

Constantly evolving, never staying in a rut

Never know what I’m going through

Have no plans, that I cant undo

and that in a hurry.

Not wanted anywhere where I am

Wanted everywhere after I leave

Also published in Broowaha
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Different

“…if something happens to show that you are wrong, then it is feeble not to change your mind, Elizabeth. Only the strongest people have the pluck to change their minds…” – Enid Blyton, The Naughtiest Girl in the School

 

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Different, as lake to rain, that’s how I grow
Different, as rock to sand, that’s how I know
No way to mend the different things
One old one new
Nothing’s gonna change, ’till you change what you do.

Different, as smiles to tears, that’s a truth
Different, as move to stay, that’s a root
You can be a different thing
One tried, one true
Nothing’s gonna change, ’till you change what you do.

Different, as road to rut, that’s how I stand
Different, as belong to reject, that’s how I land
Thinking of doing the different things
Once seen, I do
Nothing’s gonna change, ’till you change what you do.

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Rut – Breaking out of habits

“Chains of habit are too light to be felt until they are too heavy to be broken.” 

When they first started, hardly a trail was seen
Many then passed, a road now gleaned
Deeper still, water they bore
Making them dangerous lore
Now I find my wheels caught still
By the ruts of habit, against my will
Pulling out is the hardest task
Harder still not falling back

 Also published in: Lifeasahuman Magazine
 Also Published in: Broowaha


Rut – Breaking out of habits

“Chains of habit are too light to be felt until they are too heavy to be broken.” 

When they first started, hardly a trail was seen
Many then passed, a road now gleaned
Deeper still, water they bore
Making them dangerous lore
Now I find my wheels caught still
By the ruts of habit, against my will
Pulling out is the hardest task
Harder still not falling back

 Also published in: Lifeasahuman Magazine
 Also Published in: Broowaha