exposure

The picture was sent to me
To hurt
But, it doesn't hurt me
I c*ck my head and examine it
As a cat would examine a bug, crawling

I read things written to me
To hurt
But it doesn't hurt me anymore
I don't examine them
I look through them as if they are made of water

I remember being a part
Of one
The other half to a whole
A line with no end
Drawn by two hands, hands that are now empty

I hold the keys to my home
Doors locked, unless
I like to keep to myself, unless
I like to stand alone, unless
The good outweighs the fear of exposure
Post Comment

Comments (4)

Words and pictures can be burnt, the happy memories can outway the bad, always embrace the good.
Me and a silver pumpkin
Promised to last as winter.
First I ate it's seeds
Then tore the guts out by hand
Then I Carver and fashioned it
So I loved to gaze upon it.
It shriveled with the cold
So I roll out pie dough
And made a warm place
For it to lie sbout
One hour at 350•
With sugar and spice
I coyly said I'd never
eat you again.

My silver pumpkin pleaded..

Peter,peter ? pumpkin eater!
Bowing his head
I chose to eat Peter instead.rolling on the floor laughing
Few typos but you get the jiizz'd of it.wink
Post Comment - Let others know what you think about this Blog.

About this Blog

by freehand
created Nov 2017
685 Views
Last Viewed: 3 hrs ago
Last Commented: Nov 2017
freehand has 31 other Blogs

Like this Blog?

Do you like this Blog? Why not let the Author know. Click the button to like the Blog. And your like will be added. Likes are anonymous.

Feeling Creative?