becoming-not-became
becoming-not-became
T.M. Mulligan
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becoming-not-became · 6 hours ago
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Cloud
I cloudhanging about happy above borne ofsea madeof moisture I keep my saltiness to myself and only ever weep cool rain in which to dance
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becoming-not-became · 1 day ago
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Fife
I now livea hollow lifeonce a rifle now a fifechoosing to playthan scare awayknowing that strifeis no wayto live life
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becoming-not-became · 1 day ago
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Heavy
There’s just something about this thatoh I don’t know lemme seethat just makes me blush maybe it’s the piano or the coolquiet day asit creeps slowly or oh maybe it’s how Iremember all theseforever mornings before when I never but really should have known better but now I’ve got to go and get coffee started feeling allof those thens
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becoming-not-became · 1 day ago
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Fun
Oh this wee bit tickle ofthe morning ticket topleasure punchmine please let’s ride up and over and down and round and round again on the carousel of fun and the rollercoaster of glee that only early summer mornings can be
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becoming-not-became · 1 day ago
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Focus
Knowing what isthe first step in finding itno distractions bellsor whistles just the slow steadymarch towards getting nook and cranny under every rock behind the curtain is always whereeasy to find is always the first thing lostfor one’s attention is always onthe other things
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becoming-not-became · 2 days ago
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Pickle
Life isfilled with little trinkets and treasures meant totickle and amuse it’sthe little things thatmean most and overlooked when chasing the grandiose and grand just because something iselusive doesn’t mean that it’s better likely it’s just a fickle pickle
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becoming-not-became · 3 days ago
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Man
I’ve become that manup early laundry started standing ondeck coffee in hand what ever happened to him whostaggered home at this hour readyfor dayto start his night
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becoming-not-became · 3 days ago
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Restless
Toss and turn like stones ina tumbler gritto smooth edges hoping to shine but little sleep and less success legs move beneath blanket like they’ve got somewhere else needing to be waiting for suncoffee to make laundry to start and then maybe after all that
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becoming-not-became · 4 days ago
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Java
Dare I do I must I go therecan’t Ijust wish it’s always the same miles between me andmy coffee be itin winter or summer such arethese longdistance relationships
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becoming-not-became · 4 days ago
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Sunburn
And it dripped like a torture slowly and methodically and mercilessly drippeddrop by drop and by degreeit’s depth worming its way inlike a needmeant to relieve but instead it covered and absorbed turning white topink to red
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becoming-not-became · 4 days ago
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AC
I’d been clothed now again nakedshedding shirt and pants like anactor between scenes finding some comfort beneath the showerlike a wilting plant scorched bythe relentless sunback to bedto breathe and bask in cold air that filled my room with the freshness of Oahu’s lazy beaches
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becoming-not-became · 4 days ago
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Relief
Relief arrived fresh chilled air coldwater and blankets comforta letter with newsa coolshower and sun onceagain asfriend and not foethis feeling of dreamsnot dreadthat summer and its relentless madness made damnation
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becoming-not-became · 5 days ago
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Solstice
Today summer hasentered the chatlike a lionwhose humid breath smells of its last kill acridand acid and not at allforgiving and I a mouse simply looking for shadedare to wander beneath its mantle hoping that small won’t be noticed such are the desperate times of scorching summer heat
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becoming-not-became · 5 days ago
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Glow
Oh it’s started I am Stonehenge or a pyramid or some other monolith constructed simply for this moment when low eastsun strikes windows and bathes everything in cool washof golden orange I am baptized in freshwater newthis glorious glowbrings a hope that only a new dawn can
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becoming-not-became · 6 days ago
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Washer
Life truly is nothing more than a washerthe day goes intonight dirtywhere dreams are soapand nightmares are water tossing and turning dissolves days disappointment then comes the final spin of coffee’s caffeine and freshwe arefor another
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becoming-not-became · 6 days ago
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Let’s
Let usnot thenfor tobrings me sends meskyward like some pebble thrown meantto land somewhere else than where I started
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becoming-not-became · 6 days ago
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Me
Nothing makes meI just ambe it happy peaceful or contentit’s hard to be not theseonce I learned and fully embraced my own alone funny how nothing that anyone else can offer dangleor tease appeasesfor what Ihave finally found is just me
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