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Scribble for MeI could write tonight
in a hundred words
or a thousand tongues
could I write tonight.
I could, romanticise tonight.
the stranger conversation,
because there's a kiss of cool breeze against my skin
and I can smell the rain that's setting in.
I miss petty nonsense
the things that weren't tangible;
dreams that crept under covers
and other, old lovers.
made with the heart
were later shot down, before poetry could start.
Prayers weren't without meaning,
answers rang true
and always, of course
my thoughts were of you.
When today is the dream of tomorrow,
and tomorrow is the fantasy of today.
Living in moments, that are constantly astray.
Beauty in time,
words without beat.
as slow motion tumbling
to never again stop at your feet.
Empty Wine BottlesToo much fear,
not enough hope
and what tomorrow brings
none of us know.
your kiss is on my mind
and while, from my lips
I wish you'd ignore
I wish you'd demand
I wish you'd try.
it's too much
and I understand.
Neither of us dare bare
when it all goes wrong.
For wrong it must go.
So I shall believe.
So I shall know.
So you shall trust.
And hence we will end
before we let a beginning take seed.
Empty Lock BoxThough our tale is long ended
tears still threaten at the thought of you,
as though it were but yesterday
that saw you steal my heart away.
We could play all night long
forever avoiding, even fearing dawn.
And you would taunt
yes, you would tease
knowing how I need to please.
I never thought yo check my heart
resting perilously up above
unlooked upon, unnoticed, unloved..
And for a while I thought
I must have got it back.
But thoughts of you still ebb and flow,
they remind me of that thing I lack.
Twas to be your possession
that, though forgotten now
against my will
and against my want
seems to have remained yours, somehow..
Euphoric UnknowingSmoke swirls.
It whispers secrets
you wish were lies
and fogs the truth
before your eyes.
Everywhere is nowhere again
Drift past the eyes of a watching friend
Mumbled, muddled, maybe mulled
Wash the guilt away with suds
Twisted words lose little sense
To twist your words makes little sense
Chase a rabbit down a hole
Where, oh where did that world go?
One part fantasy and daydreams,
One part peaceful delirium,
One part me and nothing more.
Where, oh where did my world go?
Aim for happy,
settle at content.
And suddenly I'm spent.
More I wish I had to say,
but nothing do I find.
It seems that life today
is not the same I left behind.
Pirate BayI've been hunting
for an inspiration
it appears was left behind
in the pieces of my heart
that I left behind in you.
You'll find traces on your fingertips,
where once you held my hand.
You might feel it tingle on your lips,
my old favourite playground.
Perhaps you'll notice portions trapped in the defenses
that kept your heart safe and sound.
Now ink, not blood
flows freely from my pen tip.
I knew I was flirting with disaster
but nothing could make me stop
and though I was courting the cliff edge
I was still terrified of the drop.
And now you're the home I can no longer visit,
the safety cord that finally snapped,
the security blanket that
I'm now remembering how to live without.
Over and Over AgainAttitude in place,
Haughty and Rude.
Stronger then you,
tougher, braver too.
Be what you are,
need to be.
Just to get by,
get through today.
Don't hold my hand,
you've got it wrong
you need the help.
I've been fine all along.
Inattention all the time.
Because you're bigger then it all,
Hopeless and Helpless.
We wrote those words
You felt those words,
We can stilt walk above it.
Or we can wade right on through it.
because you're oh-so-likely to get stuck in it.
And I am oh-so-not interested in saving you, again
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
Stranger's funeralUnder the clouds
Under the rain
Staring at the coffin
At a stranger's funeral
We're all alone
Feeling the storm
But not the pain
For he's but a stranger
And the graves around us
Are just there
Keeping us company
During this empty moment
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.
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
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.
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.
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 part 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
Broken FingertipsJust looking for a shoulder to lean on
A supporting hand
it's all more then I can stand.
Sorrow in the world
pounds against my beating heart
and I feel my breathing shallow
and I feel my eyes drop
and I hold out to steady you
Set in stone
is not my way
Nor am I flexible
my heart, my mind, my choices
have always been hard to sway.
Forever the spectator
of your beautiful world..
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