mind
Exhale
I exhale you
the vexing complexity
whirling in my mind
hoping
if I blow you
into the air
my body
can be free to breathe
without you
trapping my heart
in smoke-filled dreams
©MidwestFantasy
01/10/2018
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My Writer’s Mind
Meddling Intrusion
Oh how you meddle into
my thoughts
my heart
my inner secret places
and you wind at leisure
with sly grin
tempting eyes
an unrelenting lure
power over me
I cannot control
and somehow
I let you continue
and revel in
the intrusion
©MidwestFantasy
06/20/2017
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Strings of Me
You cannot weave me
into what you want
Hell I can’t even weave myself
into what I want
Because I’m not sure
what that is
I am not a pattern
with precise directions
Nor a nicely laid out
perfect design
I am more multi-colored strings
criss crossed randomly
with high and low points
twisted pieces
wound too tightly
that when pulled too far
simply unravel
I am yarn that begins one color
and changes as I wrap
around and around
trying to design my life
But maybe I need not design it
Maybe…
I let life design me
©MidwestFantasy
04/30/2017
Territory of My Mind
I love to wander
a territory all mine
it’s no one else’s land
entrance banned
from all outsiders
open
vast
sprawling
no horizons
no end
A place
I can run, hide, or seek
I laze in sun
or weep in cloudy gray
I plod steadily along
with heavy feet
or skip with light heart
This land is mine to own
sometimes it owns me
a saving grace
or a graceful fall
it doesn’t matter
it’s the only thing
that is all mine
©MidwestFantasy
03/29/2017
Undress
Undress these minutes
holding me captive
to my thoughts
peel away
unneeded layers
binding my mind
choking me
leaving me unable to breathe
emotionally immobile
wrapped too tightly
in stories
I need not to read
©MidwestFantasy
03/19/2017
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Multi-colored Me
I am an abstract of multi-colored feelings. Once I breathe in the morning, my mind runs after my heart full speed. They want to play together but too often fight. The two swirl my colors, splashing and mixing them without permission. Me, dizzy, wondering if all will turn out beautiful or clash in torturous ugliness. Who chooses the colors is a daily battle sometimes playful, sometimes cruel. I never know by end of day if I’ll be worthy of hanging on someone’s wall.
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Whiskey Escape
Through a haze
of burning gold whiskey
she swam
into the night
trying to escape
the clutches of a love
that was not hers
©MidwestFantasy
02/06/2017
Until
I am not me
upon waking
until thoughts
flush through my mind
to ink
to paper
freeing my heart and soul
©MidwestFantasy
01/23/2017
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