These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)


leave me be
with the demons inside my head
just let me
lash out and cry inside instead
so far, too far, have been exorcising these
yet they come, still,
giving me no reprieve.

sometimes, at times, can't help but think
if confronting them is but another excuse
to run away, far away, yet again
from things i can't help but feel
yet still refuse.

so far, this far, is the story of my most recent life
as the world spins by
i am so losing time.
kill what? take what?
so what?

so far, i have been just
looking for senseless rhymes.

August Bernadette
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