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Vanishing
The first steps you need to vanish: *stop saying things you need to say *chances are, they don't care anyway*running your mouth, trying to relay*hurt feelings from your last birthday*run out, like the freshly fried chicken, at the all you can eat buffet *comb over all your decisions, like a tired, worn out toupee*disappear into the alley*prowling like a cat, go out to play*join a band or purchase an instrument, and dance off in a bold cabaret*confess all your sins and then, run away*when everybody begins to pray*be sure to cut off all communication, like a pet that’s been responsibly spayed*make a full list of dumb excuses that they can find later, that will explain*that you were jonesing to get lost forever, and abandoned your slick hide-away*grab a bag and hit the road running, on the nearest, carefree highway*no need to fret or overthink it, sometimes life will provide a doorway*a window or trap door to a secret passageway*don't be shy or hesitate, cause your chance might not wait*it's time to throw in the towel, you've been outlasted and outplayed *get to gettin' on, you've more than overstayed your stay*just disappear into the void, vanish and fade away*Be the master of the game*like mist dissolving in the air......till no one you knew even remembers your name*stay tuned to our connection, there could be more instructions on the way
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Cindy, the CarSitter, is a Genius!
I just heard the most amazing thing on the News. Eureka and halelujah, I've waited over 50 years to get excited and rewarded for listening to the news anchors. Life can still surprise me and that is brilliantly satisfying. What was it, you ask? Oh, I'm sorry you missed it, but I will share. Yes, this morning on the news, the best news I've heard in too long. Cindy the Genius has solved a major problem with her incredibly sharp mind and entreprenuerial spirit. I'm almost envious at her genius, but I'm too happy and grateful for her idea to feel envy.
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Poets
When the Outline is Gone
Vanishing took years Dedication, work and money that often felt wasted Maybe, I left a trail in every book, class, and job, bread crumbs while engulfed in worldly fears Head down to the grind, humbling myself in the praise of future promises, washed over and basted calling all others dears Thinking everything waited My voice disappeared first, I realized one day, as it could only find welcoming deaf ears My vision went invisible next, preferring what could be painted Hearing disappeared and I became almost completely clear as the rest of me clears Nothing was negated I stood at the inward meres One second there, one second lost to everything translated holding my spot, protected by an everyday veneer Next nothing could be tasted One hawk tuah away, as the bread crumb trail disappears As easily created can be recreated or uncreated vanishing took years Dedication, work and money that often felt wasted When I disappeared, they outlined me with chalk, I guess that way it could be proved, I was actually here Dedication, work and money that often felt wasted Vanishing took years Waiting as rain storms dissipated Sent via the Samsung
By simplicityabout a year ago in Poets
