Contributor: Chelsea L. Gipson

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It wasn’t too long ago when things were made of wood and metal and
people took their time to create one-of-a-kind pieces of work
and sell and/or barter with the people of their township.

Nowhere in their near future did they imagine a time when things would be
made with no care or finesse or time taken at all.

Nowhere in their far-off future could they possibly imagine things being
made with shiny, man-made metals and smooth fake wood with a color
matching finish and selling them for an over-priced profit.

It wasn’t too long ago we actually worked at the things we did
but now we simply work at not working and that is what we do.


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Contributor: Chelsea L. Gipson

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You left me stranded in an emotional distress
when you ran over my heart as you sped off into the distance.
The fog was thick and the air was cold
I couldn’t see you leave but I felt the freeze you left behind.
You abandoned me when you promised you wouldn’t
and I feel the sting of betrayal in every step I take.
You could have made better of this situation
but you chose to run from your fear rather than face it.
Now I’m haunted by your fears as you planted them in my mind
and what do I do?
I only wish you’d had the courage to face your problems
rather than running from these issues and leaving them with me.
I only wish I’d gotten a complimentary goodbye
instead of no word beside the silence of you leaving.


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Contributor: Chelsea L. Gipson

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Hazel eyes are prowling.
Searching.
Yearning.
Desperately needing.
To be feeding.
Not meaning.
To be leading.
Only wanting for,
what they're hunting for.
Always striving.
Never thriving.
Simply seeing.
Another being.
An opportunity so potentially freeing.


As devouring a life-force could be.


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Contributor: Chelsea L. Gipson

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Lodged in my throat
are words left unspoken
ne'er to see the light of day.

Lodged in my throat
are truths left like tokens
ne'er to see the light of day.

Lodged in my throat
are jokes left un-cracked
ne'er to see the light of day.

Lodged in my throat
are admissions of guilt leaving me wracked
ne'er to see the light of day.

I cannot breathe 'fore I am
choking on words left unspoken.


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Contributor: Chelsea L. Gipson

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Butterflies flutter
like cavemen stutter
but both are just living their life.

Blossoming cocoons tremble
like twins resemble
but both are just living their life.

Caterpillars crawl
like procrastinators stall
but both are just living their life.

Larvae grow
like the winds blow
but both are just living their life.


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