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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
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
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
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.
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.
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 ?
The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tendered
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
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
SafeI clasped my hand tight shut around my mothers.
I was a possessive oyster wrapped around pearly fingers
bitten white by the freshly whisked air.
We braced ourselves against the frozen metal frames
that, although unmovable by infantile hands,
were not a substantial enough barrier against a tempest.
The sea lashed out its limbs in a fury
and the sky’s face paled grey with worry
at what that grasping anger might achieve.
It rose to greet us, stood on mighty churning haunches
and collapsed heavily around our shoulders
with the dramatic violence of a dancer
crashing down upon a splintered Tibia.
It drenched us, filling mouths and ears with water.
My mother’s hand squeezed mine, comforting,
and as the sea drew back again,
preparing to strike out at us over and over
until its very exhaustion point – and over once more –
As it readied itself to slash our raincoats,
with the force of an evening spiralling into true darkness,
over and over –
for a moment the smell o
Beautifully BrokenA tidal wave crashes
Hard against the front of my skull,
Spewing fountains of hate into the air.
They are not beautiful.
A shot glass in one hand,
A pen in the other,
I drink alone in my room
As everything about me falls apart.
I can't heal mistakes.
The higher I am,
The prettier the fountains become,
But they really still look the same.
The world sees such strength,
A stoic warrior in a landscape of corruption,
But inside is a black, charred heart,
Shrouded in secrecy.
I am not beautiful,
Because hate is not beautiful.
Make It Through The NightThe sun can be up
And your eyes can be open
And you can be wishin'
And prayin' and hopin'
The day will be beautiful
And you won't have to cry
Pieces will fall together
In the blink of an eye
Oh, on a day like that day
When everything will be right
It can only happen if you
Make it through the night
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