Collateral Damage
Time swirls around me…past, future.
Thoughts ricochet around my head like machine gun fire as I am swept into the vortex.
Faces appear in the mists
Memories assail me daily
So many directions…
So many dead ends…
Casualties of me…
Bodies litter my mental landscape like discarded toy soldiers; the devastation scenery for vultures.
So many choices…
So many consequences…
Collateral damage…
Words collide with excuses adrift in my intellectual chaos… Reality slaps me in the face.
So many years…
So many lies…
Casualties of you…
Misty Lea Cloud ~2009
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Josh and Misty
Two artists in love. We write together, and work together, play together and live together.
I(Misty) am the loud mouthed jester and he(Josh) is the quiet, watchful protector.
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Satan's Buffet
Just cant make any fucking words come out of the storm today. You tell me to grab a slice of happiness pie from the 24 hour buffet. When I try you bomb me with your emotional napalm and tell me BAD! I ask you why with hurt confusion in my eyes and you smile and say you misunderstood me... When I said grab a slice, you were supposed to feed ME.
By Josh and Misty5 years ago in Poets
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