Saturday

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Another Saturday morning suffocates me with its glee.

The sheets strangle my sleep,

Begging me to finally break free.

My head aches as I struggle to let light into my home.

Some try to reach me via telephone

But they know I prefer to face this alone.

Sounds fold and unfold, they knock on my bedroom door.

I land on the hardwood floor,

Hoping fate is keeping score.

There must be a way to leave these linen walls behind.

Yet, the meaning is always difficult to find,

Living in the bomb shelter of your mind.

-JW

The Chaos I Rain

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I scream at the gods, but they laugh as I trip over my two left feet.

No one is as good as me at admitting their own defeat.

Even when I stand up for a second or a moment more,

Fate crushes my modest medallions in the heavy mahogany door.

I swear I once ran ahead of destinies and all the lives to come.

My foolish demeanor turned the milky dreams in plain rum.

The light is temporary, but my soul is a bright red warning.

And if the chaos I rain is not for you, turn away, darling.

-JW

The Line

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In the dawn your brown eyes seem fleeting and bleak.

I scare myself with the words I speak.

You, only you, deserve the truth more than the others.

For you I betray my oldest friends and closest brothers.

My neck bends the way you breathe.

Still, I refuse to agree when they howl as I speak.

You wrap around me like the greenest vine.

We agreed years ago that for you I will cross the line.

-JW

Meet Me At The End

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I stood on the edge of an epiphany,

Trying to choose between a peace of mind

And my own serenity.

But I swore to give it all for my kind,

Swore to swallow the burning jealousy.

I swung my foot over the emptiness.

You told me to hold back.

No, I do not sell my selfishness.

You do not own whatever I lack.

Meet me at the end of this precipice

So we can fall towards the soothing black.

-JW

Note #834

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The night covers my honesty in dim lies.

It is just you and me beneath late October sky.

The moon drips silver in your empty cup.

I reach for the light, but I am out of luck.

And you dance through the grey branches,

Shuffling the particles into avalanches.

It is a perfect storm with us in the middle.

I try to entangle the story

But each part is a new riddle.

-JW

Their King

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Excuse me as I become a bad example.

They tried to fit me into a mold,

They tried to make me into a sample.

But I questioned everything I was told,

And for that I was called sinister.

The status quo laughed at me,

Tried to heal me with their best ministers.

They turned my name into a legacy.

Accidentally, completely unprovoked

I became the very thing

Most were told to behold.

My weakness became their king.

-JW

The Wait

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The lights on the ninth floor are trembling tonight.

I know you are waiting,

Building your appetite.

The hair on my back stand up when you whisper.

Your breath fogs up the windows,

And my vision grows crisper.

The left foot is moving, the right one stays still.

I know I am late,

But you have time to kill.

The candles on the ninth floor leak wax tonight.

My chest lifts the elevator

As I hold myself tight.

The door is about to open and show me your face.

I know you keep waiting

For me to find my pace.

The darkness from your eyes engulfs my senses.

I walk beneath the stars

And drop the defenses.

-JW

The Name

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“I will grow into my name.”

The courage builds up in my chest,

It does not respond to shame.

Leave the selfless thoughts with all the rest.

I will grow into my name

As it rings across these silent waters

With no one to take the blame

Except all the disgraceful fathers.

I will grow into my name,

Make it mine, with no exceptions.

Let me taste the limelight and the fame,

Let me shatter in seven directions.

-JW

Note #834

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My body sinks into your peaceful waters

Until the pale lips no longer need air.

The oxygen I cherished

Disappears in a flair,

And my longing flesh feels perished.

My fingers sink into your wavy hair

As ship horns blare in the distance.

I open my eyes

To your loud persistence,

And I know it has all been lies.

-JW

Note #425

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Don’t deny my hate,

Don’t tell yourself those stories

To save your own fate.

Drop the allegories,

Don’t twist and spin.

The moment you left,

You knew you wouldn’t win.

Go, carry your debt

With your heart of tin.

You sealed your doom,

Wrote it in roses.

Accept your gloom

As the door closes.

-JW