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ANNOYED RAMBLE

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I took my book to the lonely hammock for some peace and avoidance.

Sun dribbled thought the gaps in the leaves above as I sunk into that other world.

But then, out of the corner of my eye, I glanced the person I least wished to see.

Surely he would see my book, surely he would see my all aloneness and understand.

That hope faded as he approached some more but I kept my face buried.

Still he spoke. I sighedand mustered a one word replying, never even glancing upward.

I was expecting that to be it. Unpleasant but finally over. I was wrong.

He kept talking and I kept not replying but the other world of my book slipped away.

SISYPHUS

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What an unfortunate relief 

When he told me 

That he had eco anxiety too. 

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Now he would help me 

Push that rock 

Up the hill. 

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How do I tell him 

What’s going to happen 

When we reach the top? 

DEEP DIVE

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I want to dive 

Into the depth 

Of your mind,

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Find the dreams 

That hide behind 

The corrals in the reef 

of your imagination,

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Glimpse the fears 

That swim so deep

That they never 

See the surface.

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I’l like to go again 

In the dead of night, 

Switch my light off,

And see all the things 

That only glow 

In the dark

TALK

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The words pour from your mouth like a waterfall,

No matter the topic, no matter the audience.

A professor, you lecture. You’re classroom’s the world.

How lucky must I be then, to have the ability

To render you speechless with talk of ‘us’.

AESTHETIC MISERY

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Eye bags aside,

I’m quite pretty when I’m sad:

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Colourful peasant skirt 

And bare feet 

Walking the dogs 

On the beach. 

There may as well 

Be a Lana del Ray song

On in the background. 

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They fetishised my misery,

Packaged it up 

And sold it to the masses. 

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Why strive for happy 

When sad is pretty too? 

SHRINKING

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Coat hanger shoulders, 

Perturbing hip bone,

My body no longer 

Feels like my own. 

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I’ve always been skinny

Though never this gaunt.

I have no more pride

Or desire to flaunt. 

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But worse yet than that 

Is I’ve lost my smile.

I always did laugh,

Now it’s been a while 

DARK JOKES

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A friend of mine was sent to the guidance counselor’s office because his jokes where ‘too dark’ and ‘concerning’. I remember him and I laughed about it because we thought that whole situation was just as funny as declaring loudly that we where ‘waiting for the sweet release of death’.

Looking back now, is very possible that our laughter rang hollow. Still it sounded like music in comparison to the silence that might have occupied the space otherwise.

My father though my friends and I where bad for each other because we where encouraging each others depression. I fought him on this, but secretly feared he was right.

Then the ‘dark’ jokes went away for a while…..

Now that they’re back, and my friends are oceans away, they don’t get met with the laughter of solidarity, they don’t even get met with the concern or fathers or guidance counselors.

It’s bad when the dark ‘jokes’ get met with the explicit implication of ‘no time for this kinda thing.’

Its worse when they don’t get met at all.