#WriteFree365 – Day 317: 2 + 2 = 5

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(It’s been too long since I have had a Radiohead listening session.  I fixed that.  Day 317…)

Don’t question my authority or put me in a box, ’cause I’m not…

Just because the methods to the answers of my problems
Only make sense to me
Doesn’t mean I’m wrong
In this case
Solving them in my head is much better than showing my work to others
I don’t need to be in front of everyone
Having them watch my progress
Giggling to themselves about how long I’m taking
Or the path I’m taking
When the right solution
Is whatever I want it to be
This is the arithmetic of my sanity.
Why?
Whatever my function needs to be is my reply.

#WriteFree365 – Day 276: House of Cards (Radiohead)

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(I knew that I’d repeat a song title.  I also had a good feeling that it’d be this one.  Radiohead is one of those musical acts whose best song changes by the moment in life.  Day 276…)

I don’t wanna be your friend.  I just wanna be your lover, no matter how it ends, no matter how it starts…

Let’s start at the beginning
And reflect on the time we were facing each other
Looking over the hands we were dealt
And holding them close
For they are of value
If only to seem in a better position than predetermined societal notions would suggest.

Common knowledge is already on the table
The flop reveals pieces of us
Pieces we hope mean more to self than the other

I promise
With what I’m holding
There is no reason to bluff
Only to go all in
With everything
Every chip on my shoulder I fondle between my fingers
Trying yet falling to avoid telling on myself
Hopefully you think that what I have is good
Because I know what you have is better
You have a horrible poker face.
Now show me what you’ve got.

#WriteFree365 – Day 232: Lotus Flower

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(This song instantly became one of my ten favorites the first time I heard it.  Thom Yorke does melancholy so well.  Day 232…)

Slowly we unfurl, as lotus flowers, ’cause all I want is The Moon upon a stick–just to see what if–just to see what is.  I can’t kick your habit, just to feed your fast-ballooning head…

What were you blessed with
To be able to Sun into Earth
Celestial roles reversed
My world revolves around you
This is history unlearned
So I’m repeating myself
Believing this to be true
Lest I be a heretic to you
Whose temple I worship.

A bite of your flesh
And I forget my purpose
The haze from the steam off your collarbone
Is my heat meshing with your cold shoulder
This kiss
That I never realize is goodbye until the future
Is the icing on the cake
As sweet as it is
Too much of it is unhealthy..

#WriteFree365 – Day 132: There, There

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(I would explain what was happening while I was writing this, but just know that inspiration stops for nothing.  Day 132…)

Just because you feel it, doesn’t mean it’s there…

You were like a pat on the back.
Telling me things would be okay
But not embracing me nor my problems.
Your voice might as well been in my head
Because looking for you was pointless
Sometimes friends are imaginary
And they’re not worth talking to.

#WriteFree365 – Day 119: Karma Police

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(This entry may not be the most beautifully written, but that isn’t the goal of this challenge.  However, if you’ve followed the news over the past few days, then you know Thom Yorke is apropos.  Day 119…)

This is what you get when you mess with us…

Sometimes, justice doesn’t need to be bought
You can’t grease its palms with greenbacks to keep its hands full
Sometimes
What you put into space orbits like the Moon
Or like a comet
But the Universe always makes sure you feel the gravity of your life.

Words have power
However, they have no power over the reaction to them.
We have power over what we say
We should use that power
For the law is always watching.

#WriteFree365 – Day 95: (Nice Dream)

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(There will be more Radiohead songs throughout the rest of the writing challenge.  That is guaranteed.  Thom Yorke is an amazing songwriter.  My birthday looms.  Day 95…)

If you think you belong enough…

Take a picture with me looking away from the camera
Focused on matters just beyond it
My eyes are red
My dreams
Keep me awake at night.

Nightmares are design to frighten.
I’m never scared
Just up, pacing the room
Staring at the ceiling
Waiting for the weight of the necessity of sleep to overtake the weight of not being awake and living my dreams.

I pinch myself in hopes that the life I led isn’t real
There is better for me in reality
A smiling face meeting my gaze
Letting me know that
It was just a dream.

The thoughts sure seem real…

#WriteFree365 – Day 21: Fake Plastic Trees

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(I’m ending the third week with one of my favorite bands’ better lyrical concept songs.  Thom Yorke is incredible.)

If I could be who you wanted…

What you see is what you get with me, baby.
Or something like that.
No worry of death
Decay because of calendar.
I stay who I am, regardless of weather.

But there is something missing
Something companions of lost little girls search for
Thoughts turn me to hay
Emotions immobilize me
And fear
Makes me the antithesis of my outward appearance
These things
These necessities
Aren’t found in emerald palaces
The road traveled to obtain them isn’t lollipops and gumdrops.
Home is the tornado waiting outside your window.

But I don’t need any of that.
I’m tangible and appear to be full of life
But get closer
And I’m lifeless to the touch
You’ll know exactly how real I am.