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The End of the World

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The end of the world came in silence,

except for the sound of tears hitting the hardwood floor

a couple of miles away. 

I knew it as I woke,

too late to stop it. 

I tried, but it wouldn’t let me. 

The world is stubborn that way. 

Doesn’t mean I’ve given up. 

Giving up isn’t in me anymore,

I just have to pretend I give up from time to time,

to satisfy the world;

which isn’t fucking easy,

because the world is smart.  

The world is too damn smart for its own good. 

So for now, the end of the world is here. 

I just won’t tell it how bullshit that idea really is.

 

© Copyright 2017 William S. Friday

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“I’ve been holding up the world too long.”

Those were my words to her, when I finally had the words to say.  I had been in hiding from her, and from the world, for days; short texts becoming longer, until I could not look at them anymore.

“Thanks for having the guts to be honest,” she answered.

There is a difference between being honest, and telling the truth.  One involves not lying.  The other, speaking when it hurts; sometimes to the ruin of those you love, and eventually, yourself. 

I once wrongly believed that my cup had no bottom, meaning I could take into myself all the burdens of those I chose to bear the burdens of.  Sadly, turns out this is bullshit, and you never know when your cup is going to overflow, until it does. 

My cup has a bottom now.  I found it in the place where ego learns the difference between honesty and the truth.  In the same place where you learn that you can’t help anyone if you’re helpless, and the first person you have to be honest with is you.

 

© Copyright 2017 William S. Friday

Fifty Shades of Bullshit

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Fifty shades of bullshit got your panties in a bunch

fiction in the place of real friction

of wet thighs

and gravel sighs

and a man’s rough hands where you settle for the touch of your own

 

Waste of time between life’s stages

replaced by dog-eared pages where fantasy isn’t real

wax fruit in place of a meal

hot wax on skin like in some video with music and a grainy feel

story never meant to last like you and I once did

 

I have read your kind before

a spider web in place of a door

and spilt perfume to cover the decay of what once passed for your tender soul

cracked and old and dry and dying

and lied to by so many, then so few

now just by you

 

Last look back at a life unfinished

at bodies and minds left diminished

by time, by the past, by struggle against what once convinced us

that we were our last and only

never get lonely partners for life

till I saw light

 

Fifty shades of bullshit got your panties in a bunch

trying to remember what didn’t need reading

pages were never meant for feeling what once was between us

heat in the place of a cold feel, of pulp in the space where you melt cold steel

of my rough hands as they touched what was

my own

 

© 2014 Bill Friday

This work first appeared in the anthology “…and it happened under cover”,  © 2014 Nightwing Publications.  To purchase this book, please visit their website or Amazon.com.

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