Chapter Five: Dreaming of the Navy

I have a cold conscience
That needs to get warmed up to the idea
Of you

My cold conscience
Is comforting my lungs
They're sore from all the screaming

This cold conscience
Is slowly wearing on me
If only I didn't have one at all

This is wrong, wrong
Cold conscience cries
I don't have a choice but to love you

Let him go, go
Cold conscience tries
But I have other mouths to mind

You'll hate yourself, hate
Cold conscience lies
I think it's lying

you are the bird in my hand
our friendship is living and fragile
I can feel its heart beat fast on the vein in my palm

you are worth two in the bush
we are not entwined like undergrowth
two is the number of unattainable birds and lovers

nothing makes a bird sing like flying
nothing makes me write like falling in love

flaws for me, flaws for you
a bird in the hand cannot fly
you do not even like poetry

So, I haven't put anything on here in a while, but it's not because I haven't been writing. A lot of things have been going on in my life recently and I honestly have been a little bit tentative to put anything up recently. So, this is a post I wrote for my blog that I thought I should share with you all.
Here 'tis:

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Come sit down. I will tell you a story.
This story was told to me by a wise old dragon. He says that the story is true. Whether or not that is so, is up to you to decide. Now, listen to the tale...

Epistemology is a part of philosophy that deals with knowledge and how we know our knowledge – or, as Francis Schaeffer puts in, “how we know, and how we know we know.” If you think about it, there are two ways to know things. You either absorb it through your surroundings by watching, listening, reading, etc. or you find it out on your own via cognitive reasoning skills. In logic these are referred to as induction and deduction.

(Author's Note: I don't write many short stories, but my local writing group had a prompt for the first line of a story, and I took it and used it, along with a germ of an idea taken from an Andrew Peterson song, Coral Castle,"'I don't need her love to love her all I can." I love the way it turned out, one of the few shorts I'm actually proud of. Enjoy! ~Kay)

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We're both trying to cope
We've made ourselves nearly
Unrecognizable to the other
Both physically and mentally

I turned to the unknown
Falling into the void, without
Any means of getting up
Trying to escape reality

You flung yourself to the
Nearest project, becoming
Someone new for the sake
Of forgetting our past

But we both turn around
And see each other's eyes
We hold out our arms
And cry the same words

I'm Beautiful
That's what he called me today
I think I'm in love

I'm Gorgeous
When I wear that one dress
That stops just above my knees

I'm Pretty
In my ripped jeans and
Baggy shirt

I'm Luminous
When I take time to apply that
Extra layer of foundation

I'm Stunning
As I stand there and I
Can't go back

I'm Perfect
As I walk out the door
By myself

Well I think

I'm Cold
As the night air
Encircles me

You think he's a bird
But really he's a feather
You think he treads lightly
But your heart just gets heavier
At least he should know
At the least what he does
To you
But to be held accountable
Squeezed
To someone who
He has yet to blink at
That's wrong, it's so wrong
I think you just should
Let the feather go
It's not that beautiful anyway
It has a tear
And you don't really know it
Like you think you do
Which you realize
But you put it in your jewelry box
Despite that