Manufactured Melancholy


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Persons may think I am bored, not boring mind you…I am far from it.
I have my amazing thoughts, memories and creativeness whirling in my brain

I have had the fever and furious lovemaking, the lies, the betrayal, complicated maze

Nights of undeniable bliss

I have witnessed many a azure sky with winking stars and mysterious neighboring mists

In too many cities wandering and erratic in-between the twilight shadows

My journals speak of days and nights
sometimes blended as one
Kaleidoscopic pictures of the Maze in fragmentary facts

Raised on religious rhetoric
Isolated and Detached
Waiting for a END that never came
Disillusioned youth, fractured family

I have no interest in babbling gossip
He said, she said, they said, who cares
But seriously speaking, what is the use of it?

Ex friends that remind me of sandpaper
with there critical judgment, vigorous invective

They rub the wrong way
No time for the maddening monotony

© Cynthia Martz

by Cynthia Martz
9/30/2011

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