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Best Poems Written by Blurrie Vision

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Sorry, We'Re Closed

A good night's sleep won’t erase scars.
Open the covers, let the morning in.
Purple behind your eyelids.
Sleep with some paralysis.

Lighten up, buttercup!
New day, fresh start.
Icicles on the metal bars.
Reach down and pick up a shard
Cut through the skin.
The elements.
Red drip, red drop,
Watermelon lip gloss. 
Echoes bend the blade.
Sharp curve, sharp point.
Road’s freshly paved.  
New chance, wanna dance?
No!
Lead the way.
Lead the race, sipping on memories like lemonade.
Summer date.
Up in the ferris wheel, time stops.
The sky awaits.  
Rising up like the sun.
Gates closed, come back at one.
We’re on a lunch break.

Where is the lunch?

Break from reality.
Surfing the mental waves.
Misbehave,
Find yourself climbing over the entrance gates.

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Sundown

Twisted serendipity.
Led to believe
What lies underneath.
Suddenly an epiphany.
Voices are absent,
Faces so tragic.

Lost in the symphony.
Mind’s numb, eyes scarred.
Water dripping from the metal bars.
Big drums, filthy scum.
Fallen prey to the elements.
Irrelevant.
Gone without a trace.
Mind’s first in the race.

I gotta leave before sundown.
Faces staring at me all around,
Gonna drown
In the voices, the people came from out of town.
Loud chimes, petty rhymes.
Fallen prey to the elements.
Irrelevant.
So sick, dazed, blind.
The stars don’t shine; sunshine peeks out.
Lost in the sound.
Lost in the mental, the fabled rebound.
Gotta find myself before sundown

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Death Grip

I reel my hands back and lay them to rest on my lap.
A tingling sensation seeps into my awareness,
drips from my shoulders,
and flows downwards onto my bent arms,
leaving a trail of bumps in its wake.    

I shake my forearms like a wet dog,
Back and forth; the wispy blonde hairs waving each
time they're whipped through the air.  
My hands are at the mercy of my shuddering arms,
Flopping freely,
madly, in the air.
One drawn out breath of frustration and 
my arms are again jabbed with pins and needles.  
Yes, there it is- the source of the chills!
My own breath, like the lifeless fingertips of a ghost child
tracing shapes on my exposed skin.  
Carbon dioxide crawls up and down my limbs,
and I'm left shivering and helpless;  
freezing because of my own free will.  

My gaze lands on a small, cream-colored form
sprawled across the sofa.  
I muster up the courage to unwind my hands,
and I allow them to stretch beyond their resting place.  
Any warmth that they had acquired while still 
is immediately replaced by the cold, 
hard grip of the surrounding air. 
I am locked in that crisp, cool handshake 
until I manage to grasp the edges of the ivory pillow.  
I reel my hands back as fast as possible, 
hoping that the sudden jerk will free them from the ice-cold clamp.
And it works! I am satisfied with myself 
as I begin to separate the pillow from its outer shell.
The prickling on my skin will soon cease,
and that thought brings me great relief.  
And once I've pulled the pillowcase over my head,
I know the rest is simply a waiting game.

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911

You’re my new addiction.
Tunnel vision got me spinning wild. 
I don’t wear prescription,
But with you my thoughts are blurry, violent.
Textbook fashion.
Race through my mind.
Past the limit.
A ticket on sight.
Color is valid.
In their minds.  

Our fingers are knotted together.
Eyebrows raised; they look so vicious.
Hear the chimes, sweater weather.
Cold like the looks that they give us.  
Why they mad that we're together?
Just like them, I’ll play victim.  
A victim of the fifteen letters.
The system of triple digits.
 
I emerge and see it all.
Afraid to make the call.
Who do you call when you’re afraid
Of the ones that hold the reigns?
They emerge and see it all,
But their eyes are laced shut.  
Suicide rates go up.
Foaming mouth like a mutt.
Hands are tied in the front.
Bleeding out like a cut.
Hotline number, call it corrupt.
The system is bound to erupt.

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Homebound

Desert flowers drench the roadside
Route 12 gone at high tide. 
Heard they busted another one,
Fly high. 
Barrel smoking like it’s on fire. 
Moonshine.
Illuminate the lifeless fields. 
Cherry wine. 
Dripping from the cactus leaves. 
Dripping from the jagged teeth
Coyote thirsty from the heat. 

Rubber tires melting,
seeping through the cracked ground.
Crickets singing,
They’re drowning in the sound.
Homebound.

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Forever Is Just a State of Mind

Forever is just a state of mind.
Lover's lane is under construction.
Your hand is slipping out of mine.
But without you I cannot function.

Wedding bells; 
Can't escape the ringing in my ears.
Under your spell;
Smiling while my face is wet with tears.  

Three-hundred-sixty-five
Days of agony.  
Doubt that I will survive;
I'll be your next casualty.

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Tunnel Visionary

Tunnel vision.

Superficial image
Of an acquired mental sickness.
Breath constricted.

Face pale, eyes bulge.
Tears of blood

Form a river and its tributaries.
Writing my own obituary.  

Pen on paper, ink on snow
Snowy fields, melted bones.

Thinking fast, moving slow.
Growing old.