It’s too simple
To say you hated him
Hate implies a connection
(Between sips of your
Milkshake
To sweeten the bitter taste
Which comes when you
Say his name)
It is a zen indifference
You spoke of
The scars formed
Blossomed for a time
Heavy enough to make
Branches bend
But then they fell away
And you broke the branches
Of their actions
Made a fire to keep out
The cold
And burned their infection away
Dead flesh of yours burned along with it
New and healing with time
You slurp the thick last inch
Branches of veins at your temples
Then you thank them
And
Leave
You listened
And in doing so
Took a small measure of
Whatever they said
They weren’t feeling
But your hands shake
As you go outside
And the milk sits
Heavy in your stomach
It is a comfort to
not float away
Howling with
Anger
And see yourself
Becoming nothing but a dot
In the sky
MB Blissett 
This one.
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thank you so much.
I appreciate any feedback on the work, and please share it with others if you enjoyed it.
Poetry’s a shotgun, a wide blast hoping you’ll hit common ground with someone else.
The more you can absorb and project, the better.
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This piece feels different. Another perspective perhaps.
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It can be, we are constant change although I have principles but we contain infinite multitudes and perspectives on things;
This one came from a random prompt generator. Like a canvas onto which you paint as you need to, what comes out is interesting.
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Indeed! It stands out as an intriguing departure from your usual style.
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Yes, I think so too. It is important to try different things with the work, as much because it develops courage when something comes out of it which is useful. M B Blissett http://www.mbblissett.com
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Looking forward to your future posts.
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Thank you. I appreciate your thoughts on my work. M B Blissett http://www.mbblissett.com
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🙂
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