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I will always greet you with good morningsA new prospect and a new reason not to
If you think you might run away
Well, I think you might ought to
But I took it anyway and ran like the devil
He made me feel I've just got to
Standing atop steal toes
And nobody knows
The thrill of the secret
Of knowing the body under your clothes
Months of keeping under wraps
The nights we spent under covers
When it was ours it was ours
It was mine and it was yours and no other
Waiting before publicizing us as lovers
So, I marked my territory with red lines
Fingers formed rivers at the delta of your spine
I'm not one to take possession,
But after that night, you were mine
Everything felt comfortable
The lights, your hands, my breath
The cat at the corner of the bed
For once, I wasn't scared
That my ghost had crawled inside your head
And I'd have said it back
If I was sure you said what I thought you said
Well, he made me human
When I liked being machine
He wanted my soul and he wanted me
What I've kept locked away
Is what he set free
RedRed, the color of your skin against white
As dangerous a foe as the wolf and the crow
Who will come for me in the dead of night
Red, the color of your eyes in the light
I should have known the haunting glow
A tell-tale sign of my coming plight
Red, the color I saw that night
Only to follow with pain and sorrow
For years I would have to fight
Red, the color of the fire within me you did ignite
Though how slow did the fire grow
Until it did burn bright
Red, the color I favored out of spite
I know I will let you that if you go
I think I can finally be all right
Who's Grinning NowI've got the wolf in a cage
He wanted in so bad
So I let him
He thinks he's got what he's had
And he thinks he is free
And he thinks he has won
He doesn't really know me
And I'm going to finish what he has begun
And every time I'm by his side,
In his arms,
In his mouth,
I think of what he is,
Who he is,
How he is,
I was willing to accept him
For what he is,
For who he is,
For how he is
And it's comforting to know,
To be on top,
To play the same game
That he doesn't even know I'm playing
You'd think by now I'd have forgotten it
I never thought I'd get my revenge
But I've gotten it
It must have felt so good
With that smirk,
With that one-eyebrow-raised winning brow
But he never understood
That I could deceive like he
He be naive like me
Yeah, so who's grinning now?
When It's EndingJust when you started to love me
I feel obligated to say something
But I don't know what to say
Perhaps it's time to tell you
About how I'm fading away
Those feelings of being forgotten
Grow stronger everyday
So I don't want to blame you
Because it's a little extreme
But it's the way I feel
And it's the way it seems
I'm sick and sad
And whatever lies between
I'm afraid to say what I think
And more so what I mean
Things are changing quickly
If they haven't already been
Why and What For, AnsweredI should sleep, I know
But if I do, they'll go
The words crowded in my mind
That have been so hard to find
First and second person
Because they're personal to me
These are the words I wish I could say
terra incognitaI've adjusted my sails and changed my course
I don't know which direction I'm going anymore
And I've lost so many coins in the past
It seems as though they never last
I suppose they no longer hold much value to me
So, I threw that treasure into the sea
I've made up my mind
Which is hard to do for someone as indecisive as I
I once was promised such luxurious lands
With roads of gold and castles of sand
But I've traded those maps for terra incognita
I've unchained the anchor for the taste of freedom
Goodbye EquinoxYou were Fall
Now you're falling away
I'm sorry I let go
But he was Winter
And I never liked the cold
But I've always loved the snow
So please understand
I know you can cope
Summer and Spring were left behind
They're doing okay
I never got the chance to atone
I'll probably leave Winter too
In return, I too will be left
ContinuationThe rat that I had smelled was the "savior" all along
I will not forgive him for these things that he has done
Once again the wool has been pulled plainly over my eyes
But I saw that sheep for the wolf he was behind that disguise
This time I didn't believe a word that he said
This time when he left I didn't feel so bad
And, this time for the last time, I fought with myself
I thought of all the ways I could string him along
Then I did everything else
The Big Bad WolfThere is a big bad wolf who hails
From all my fairy tales
He had me once upon a time
But I escaped his awful crime
Yeah, I found out all the details
Now that same wolf from before
Is pawing at my door
I hear him whimper and whine
He cries, "You are not mine."
And now he's come back for more
I can't believe he's here again
Gleaming with that evil grin
It's his turn to win this game
He's calling out my name
And I'm almost tempted to let him in
the truth about growing up
1. It's easier when you don't think.
1. It starts early,
on a cloudy day when you recall
the 'childhood memories' of
two summers ago,
that's when you start your backslide into
2. On the bright side
you won't notice this until you're
good and ripe in age,
so maybe it doesn't matter
3. That tightness in your chest?
The feeling that you're not ready
to take on the rest of your life; it
4. It stews in the pit of your stomach
makes you doubt,
but there will be days when you look back
on the mountains you climbed -
the raging rivers you crossed -
and you'll have a sneaking suspicion you were
more prepared than you thought.
5. There's nothing like your own bed.
6. Laundry will never smell right
without mom's sweat and tears.
But you still have to separate lights from darks,
keep the zippers pulled tight
and the buttons unhooked.
7. There is comfort in your parents' presence.
8. Things change
the future gnaws and rips
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
Darkest MoonI celebrate my right to live;
To the dismay of some, perhaps
It should be noted
These words I write, however true
Are only portions of the moon
I’ve decide to shine light upon.
But who am I to preach respect?
Who Am I to preach equality?
An advocate for re-personification
Of the female gender
But exhibits cannibalistic characteristics
Within dark spaces.
I am a shadow
Hidden within an Eggshell, painted pink,
Waiting to hatch.
Is the darkness
The night brought upon us.
CarolineYou loved the fire
of rogues -
imperfect men who shot up
the endings of the day
and drank down
too much beauty.
And like one of them,
you bellied with rebellion,
felt his tense seed
toil where women
and craved his notoriety.
Poor girl -
his verses won the day
and the call of words
was too fickle a lover
for any constant star.
Don't blame yourself -
are more attractive
and all poets are
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be one of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
You Were Born Missing SomethingYour skin is glazed with crystals of frost
and your heart's valves are close to
freezing shut tight
from being devoid of something
Though I am torrents of hail, whirling storms,
warm tears streaking,and tornadoes of rage
that flow uncontrollably through my veins
and out of my mouth,
every breath near you is warm
because your words are so cold
I am a natural disaster at its finest
with bones twisted in painful angles
and a crooked spine
you were born spineless
Because I Won't Ask You to LeaveWith every response I give to you
There's a hidden "I'm onto you."
Keeping quiet though I know your ways
Because I like the sound of your voice
I never listen to the words you say
I only listen to the noise
So, I know it's detrimental
And I know it's all wrong
But I like your instumentals
More so than your song
You're comfortable and familiar
And sickening all the same
As a true lady killer
You've truly mastered the game
And you know I'm no better
I just think you need to hear it sometimes
So I wrap it in a warm sweater
Of sugar and rhymes
The seasons have all passed
Yet you still remain
I won't answer the questions that you ask
I'm trying hard to abstain
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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