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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
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
I willI will love you
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
Beyond LoveYou say 'beautiful' like a mistake -
like it slipped out unwarranted
from those dark parts of your mind
that you don't want me to go to,
you say it like that.
You caress like it's worship -
like if you pressed too hard
or took too much, you'd pay the price
and I love those urgent times when
you're willing to pay it.
You teach me love like I'll die without it -
like if you don't defrost me
and my frozen image of myself,
then I might stop breathing
and extinguish beneath my own icy damnation.
You kiss me like you have to -
like we're sharing an oxygen tank
in a toxic, broken-down universe
and you are trying not to breathe
to save me.
You kiss me like that.
You love me, like that -
how am I supposed to resist
a man who loves me beyond his own sense
and senses - beyond love ?
In SanityI find myself in a world of white,
This place it feels so pure.
The Sun's rays are warm and bright
I've never felt so sure.
I explore the land and all its sights,
I enjoy the world's grand tour.
I wander around until the night
Shows what it has in store.
In the darkness, a speck of light
Reveals a hidden door.
I turn the handle and peer inside,
A sight I can't endure.
I turn to run, to escape my plight,
I dare not to explore.
But something inside catches my eye,
I can't resist the lure.
I awake to find myself tied tight,
A voice tries to assure,
"This one may finally fix you right,
Maybe this is the cure."
kafka has been dead foreveri.
I am going to cut the veins out of my neck:
pull the stars from the legiments
drown the cities in bruises
I am going to burn in hell:
tear down the pyramids, the faces, the continents
the weight of the universe
(if I live to be 20
I will know the landscape of my mind
as well as the bottom of the ocean
& people I've never met)
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
Stereotypical SuicideSuicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has a family,
Nobody who lives for their care,
Nobody who wants them around,
Nobody who helps them through life,
Suicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has friends,
Not a person there for a simple hug,
Not a person existing for a reassuring look,
Not a person around to leave the words,
Suicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has a home,
No place to live and feel happy in so,
No place to live without leaving again,
No place to live to avoid the truth,
Suicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has a love,
Nothing there to hold them in warm arms,
Nothing there for a kiss to remember,
Nothing there to be a greatness in life,
Suicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has a someone,
"Don't do it - for your family
They mean nothing to me anymore,
"Don't do it - for your friends"
Friends? What friends? They don't exist,
"Don't do it - what about home
sunset soon forgottenin a single moment all her greatness collapsed,
her soulfulness small and full of absence.
i am wild
with infinite shades of yes -
and a careless smile
so kiss me quick
under the sun
(just until the pain leaves)
DunesOut on the dunes, you could be walking on the moon
Maybe you are, maybe we are; see that planet in the sky?
How much more can be said about body heat, about
Sucking the marrow from bones in a vain attempt to quench?
Disheveled by dust-storms in an ocean of sand, we walk
Blank-window eyes searching for what, some sort of life?
Our feet are heavy, the ground wants to eat them; no moon, this
Now the sky is the color of sand, and there are no stars to wish on
Sweat and dead weight, we wait for the coolness of night
Fatigued, delusional, we see a rusty car approach; we get in
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
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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