Silence at home
No commotion
To greet me
When I arrive
Just silence
Stillness
Nothingness
There is joy in that
No irritations
When arriving home
After a long day
But also
No joys
To raise spirits
After those long days
Nothing but silence
And loneliness
– James Dubeau
Sunny day
It’s been a while
Since I’ve been outside
And enjoyed
The sun
A bit of warmth
On a cold winter days
A joy
A habit
That should return
To keep blues
And grays
Away
And to keep
Motivations
Flowing
To some extent
Through the season
– James Dubeau
I want to hide
In a special place
Covered by padded walls
A place
Where I could run
Throw myself
Against walls
And fall
To the floor
Without hurting myself
An insulated room
Away
From the norms
Where I could scream
My head off
Without bothering
Another living soul
I just want some time
Need some time
To not be myself
To
Let
Go
To not be reserved
To not be in check
To lose myself
To insanities
For an hour
Or two
Without risk
Of hurting myself
Or causing distress
To anyone
Else
Who could be
Around me
– James Dubeau
Leap Day
Is nothing but a delusion
A day
That doesn’t exist
A day
Out of time and space
A day
With no consequences
Do what you want
Get drunk
Call your ex
Kill someone
In cold blood
There will be no
Repercussions
For actions undertaken
In fleeting moments
That are nothing more
Figments of imagination
Leap Day
Is a day
That does not exist
Do what you want
Live your best life
Or maybe your worst
For once
– James Dubeau
Which path
Should be taken
When two fates battle
About the shoulders
Whispering in ears
Begging for attention
Who should I listen to
Who’s advice should I follow
Which is the good
Which is the evil
I may never know
If action
Or inaction
Was the good
Or the bad
So I might as well
Not over-think
And just
leap
– James Dubeau
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