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Behind the Doors of Many Dreams

we hide our demons

in the hallways of

our dreams

they lurk behind

the doors of

many rooms

patiently waiting

for chance encounters

we fool ourselves

by believing

this arrangement

keeps us safe

but fear always

finds a way

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“Faith is often born in uncertainty. It teaches us to believe in something other than ourselves."

The Last True Believer

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by Kyle Bonallo (ig: @kylebonallo)

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beautiful

It’s the old leather again. Hanging from the old barn beams. A special way light cracks through the roof to stripe the floor. And the dust. A drifting alfalfa ghost muzzles me in delight - yes I’d rather not breathe but I do. Horses here once. And men. Back in a time we could still smell rain a day away. When floured aprons weren’t prison clothes but capes of goddess queens. Minding the hearth is not for the weak of spirit. She’ll not be tamed but by the wild beast she keeps. And he by her word. For in his hand is iron. With all intention of returning to the dirt it digs. Tomorrow he picks it up. Now the sun is down. And a sky of stars drives him patient toward the lap of his nature. She poured him water. Fed him bread. Eats a soup herself. In the silence of evening eyes they remember the source of eternal love. Him still toiling downward. She still soaring above.

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we think our tomorrows

will roll on in until the next day

no more than day changing into night and night into day

we see tomorrow like a light that shines on the edge of night our eyes fixed on the glow

blind to the reality of it all

that we’ve got

so much

to do

with so

little time

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beautiful little slice of life

on rainy days

the blue birds

fly down from out of the pines

and they’ll sit on an old telephone line that no longer carries whispers

where every so often they dive in to the green ocean of grass that lays below them

scooping up treasures in their little black beaks

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love the imagery

day 9...

i've been saying goodbye to everything

old shirts with a field of pilling on the front. nights without the twist and rumble beneath a paunch. hunger, as sustenance, as passion. i spend moments alone throwing all of my past lives into lawn and leaf bags. i leave them in dumpsters, drop them opened wide in the spring sun on the shoulder of a highway. detachment is a form of weight loss, is the final wave from a distance. a grave marker left blank. contrails in the dying afternoon.

-kab

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Mistaken for Strangers

You only know running; there is no time to process the emotions surfacing when you are busy swallowing the innocence of love whole.

You walk arm in arm just to have something hanging on your sleeve as your eyes glaze under dimly lit street lights.

Triggered by an image when all that truly remains is an anonymous text and two missed calls.

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“Sharp promises and smooth doubts go hand in hand."

The Last Observer

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“Wisdom comes from seeking balance in life. It is foolish to ignore the rose simply because it has thorns."

The Last Believer

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steel remembers the taste of the forge

“I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.”

— Joshua Graham

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lovely

The Sunday Drive The world narrows to where two sleeves cross, where one wrist touches another and hands entwine. Feeling the warmth of skin and solid bones resting together in such a way that makes the heart aware of the pulse of lovers. The pace of cozy quiet and daydreams of scenes passing by amount to a shared language of all the unspoken things while holding hands.

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we often need to be reminded of this...

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I’ve been

fleshing you out

with each stroke of

a drying pen, the lines

faded before they’ve been read.

my soft lips mumble, caressing

the wound with sugar & mist, on

an abandoned winter road I once knew well.

Oh—to be a sacred love. how would that

have been? how would that have felt?

I slip into the deeper cold, the chill

climbing my legs like icy spiders;

the feeling so familiar, so aching,

so desperate for warmth.

I close the book and prep it for burial.

you couldn’t be

more than a fading of lost words;

and I, a foolish girl with nothing more

than a book of unread poems.

…and that is how the story ends.

—The Hollow Quiet

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“Depression is one word, but wears many faces on many people."

The Last Struggling Person

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indeed!

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serene beauty

Campo Imperatore al tramonto . Abruzzo , Italy .