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A guest at a dinner party observed the strange expression on James Thurber's face. 'Don't be concerned,' said Thurber's wife. 'He's writing.'

-Sophy Burnham
4 years ago. April 27, 2019 at 5:25 PM

Broken my heart is, 

But I am not heart broken, 

And I shall forgive you while I'm bleeding, 

Because a broken heart is also a healing heart, 

As long as its beating, 

4 years ago. April 23, 2019 at 2:53 AM

Avoidance, 

Where did I learn this maladaptive form of coping? Ha, and the avoidance of changing it? I swear it's also the underlying cause of my procrastination .. And this Avoidance, really only makes things a lot more stressful, increases my anxiety. If only I could use the technique of avoidance to avoid avoidance .. If that even makes sense ..

4 years ago. April 11, 2019 at 7:02 AM

All my heart wants to do is love,

Can you now understand why my mind is so overprotective?

Because I've been hurt before
the amount of love I show and to whom has now become selective,

You see my heart is in forced protective custody,

And my mind plays the part of the detective,

But all evidence for me not to love is subjective,

Where the love of my heart has always been objective,

But I can't keep up with these shifting perspectives,

Tell me, why is it that my heart and mind have different truths?

My heart knows the source of love is endless,

But my mind know's how much love I've lost and I'm at risk to lose,

And it's this paradox that has me so confused,

So will my mind ever accept the fact that my heart wants to love,

Regardless of how many times it's been broken or abused?

5 years ago. March 27, 2019 at 6:13 PM

Today, 

You looked like the first day we met, 

Today,

I saw no yesterday's filled with regret, 

But I did see tomorrow ... 

Tomorrow was very gloomy ... 

5 years ago. March 27, 2019 at 5:09 PM

Hook,

          Line,

                  Sinker, 

 

Your taste still lingers, 

My body traced by your fingers, 

I can't get the thought of you off of me ... 

5 years ago. March 27, 2019 at 2:44 PM

Right on cue,

Like a kitten I go for the string,

Maybe that's why I always end up roped in, 

Tricked for a treat?

No treated for a trick, 

Because I now wait for that string, 

But get the clocks tick ... 

 

5 years ago. March 27, 2019 at 7:42 AM

He said meet me at the edge so we can play,

And good girls don't think they obey,

He's a God so I'm on my knees but it's not to pray,

It's because I'm prey,

And I'm caught,

But here's the catch it's not a game,

I am now his my body claimed no need for chains,

Because his voice is in my head, 

My mind is now his domain...