Treblemaker

This year there was no family feast.
The kitchen was deserted,
There was no cleaning in the least
The house was not converted.
We did not grab the extra chairs
Or find the doily thingies,
No one went the extra mile

I like to spill my thoughts on paper
And let it bleed.
Drip.
Splash.
I like to curve my letters weird
And swing them
Down.
Up.
I like to show you whats in my head,
But the only way I know how to do that is by

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                 I’ve embraced the music that is blasting through my phone
       And I’m ok with darkness though do not leave me alone.

There I go again.
Playing with ribbons instead tying bows.
Braiding the fibers instead of
knitting them into something worthwhile.
Splattering paint when it should all be put away.
But I love the colors too much to leave them.

I feel the dead of night
it sits like a heavy blanket on my chest.
the stars say hello
as I whisper into the night.
Sometimes the moon joins the lonely
endevors I go on.
I often feel the tickle from a stars breath