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Stripping

back to bare wood it seems

By BrenPublished about a year ago 1 min read

i strip away

these layers

that make up

my many selves

i rip away

i flail and fuss

i twist and mould

these thin films

of both fact

and feeling,

i manipulate

a sheer veneer

of all five senses

inert or reeling,

with my fingers i worry

flimsy coverings

the appetising

and unappealing,

soon i expose

a raw nerve sheen

of hurt

and healing.

I cant spoil

and i cant break them

and so very carefully

i take them

ever so tenderly

i shape them

into ideas

into words

and occasionally

i may leave

something that shines

nestled amongst

so many

polished

turds

For Fun

About the Creator

Bren

"It's just a token of my extreme!" - Frank Zappa

"Cause it's all in the heat of the moment It's all in the pain!!!" - Devin Townsend

Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler

I'm writing it out not acting in doubt!

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  • Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago

    what an incredibly entertaining and thought provoking load of crap! Meant with the utmost respect and adoration

  • Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago

    I polished a turd looking for a bird… it was actually just a word… though one quite absurd… then… I found you. 🤗

  • Kendall Defoe about a year ago

    Holy Ship!

  • Heather Hublerabout a year ago

    Ah those polished turds...I have a vault full, lol. Loved this!

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