empath
To be able to feel others’ feelings
as your own
in this odd world , quite frankly,
is no party.
A demise born into, most certainly not chosen.
i am a human pin cushion,
over-sensitive
far too-easily bruised.
Bananas? Perhaps.
But, I am so sorry, sir:
Yes, we have no bananas. We have no bananas…
Talking to no one today,
i take refuge in my stacks of books and
jars of paintbrushes
tubes of paint are loyal friends.
i will go running after dark
to a chorus of peepers
under the moon,
invisible.
i will paint my life a different color
if i want to,
because i need to.
people hurt,
like hot pebbles on August asphalt,
stuck in skinned knees
or a tiny shard of
a broken wine glass,
accidentally
stepped on,
barefoot and inebriated
— so in love you don’t notice
until bloody footprints
dance around your flat
in all their crimson splendor.
Love leaves.
Blood stains,
hardwood
and souls.
This pain can be ignored or deflected,
but
i choose to use it
as fuel.
Do not play with fire
unless you enjoy
being
burned:
a gentle admonition delivered
with piercing eyes.
Do as thou wilt,
is the whole of The Law–
but harm none.
JJC 9.14
Hey girl , Don’t run in bare feet. ???!!! Garoli
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So true have a great day
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