Why not fall into the blue
The swirling grueling infinite truth
Eye of a storm, a bruise
The galaxy, a violent undertow
Forced to give into the throws
And surrender, let go
Tumbling dumb and mindless
With sweet numbing blindness
Washed over in bliss - I know what this is
The edge of the world or body, mind
Leave the wreckage behind, remnants of a rind
Make my illness rhyme
With three white pills to keep me stable
I’m not happy or mad or sad, just able
All functions on the table
Sky blue, feeling a different hue
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My New Book is Finally Here
My poetry collection Beautiful and Brutal Things is done. It's actually done and finally published over 270 pages. Over a year of my life went into this book. More than a year, really. Long days at my computer, sometimes seven days a week because I couldn't stop even when I probably should have. Then two months of editing that felt harder than the writing itself. But it's finished, and I'm still standing, and the book is real.
By Tim Carmichael7 days ago in BookClub
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