Unlocked.
a vessel
there are a thousand other words
that can be used instead
but the best is the image of
an empty vessel
something that’s created to be used
unadorned or flamboyant
earthen or plastic
but alone, empty
waiting
fill me
use me
I’m nothing on my own
shape me
mold me
Abandoned but not alone
Beaten, but past the point of no return is the sea
Finding the way to the sea
Torrid, filthy, terrifying, exhilarating
Treacherous
The Greek chorus telling the tale
Not thriving but surviving
This whole night’s been bad and you’re just a part of it
Such fearsome want
Despite themselves
Spinning thoughts hurled out in epithets
Spray painted by a revolutionary
Proclaiming gibberish
Too cool to translate
When even they don’t recall the meaning
They’re so far down; they’re not even on the map
Drawn together inexorably
Follies of boys
Fighting for ten square feet of ground
It’s still on
Bloodied
Who wants to hide
Exhausted
The future is ours
Demoralized
What about me, baby
Pushing on numbly
I’m having a good time, let’s go
You never know what you’re gonna run into out there
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I’m not frightened of the dark
or of the whispering wind as we fly high above the treetops
I have no fear of falling
or of giving up
I’m not afraid of pain real or imagined
in your arms
this night is full of magic
I only fear I will forget
these moments that seem to gilded to be true
it’s so easy, too easy
to share when it’s just words
but try to pry open my heart
you’ll find it’s a messy business
filled with unsolicited soliloquies
and moody ruing
The Word Rummager 