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and baby wil falland baby will fall when termites eat away at the legs of her crib. where was momma? asleep, wrapped up in a blanket of insecurity, irresponsibility and with her head laid on a pillow of problems covered with a pillow case sewn together with depression medications and booze. Where was daddy? Sitting at a desk surrounded by mountains of paper work, drowning in his own stress and still downing highly caffeinated coffee laced with some drug that hasn't even been invented yet.
Baby screams in her inability to form words and lays on the floor of her room with the wooden shards of her crib around her and her binky just out of her reach. I find her just in time. It's my job to protect her, when those who are supposed to never try. Baby in one arm, and broom in the other, i sweep the room clean of all debris and any trace of how badly baby needs a normal, family. Baby has binky and is finally consoled, and falls asleep on my shoulder.
rockabye baby because i will never be a mother as
art is emotion. not pain.you know that statue of the muscular man holding the world on his shoulders? yeah the one where he has this pained look on his face, because he's trying to hold up the entire universe. i bet as soon as he picked it up, he wanted to put it right back down, but he knew he couldnt. A couple years ago i went to a museum with my parents and i saw him there. I couldve sworn i saw a tear of pure marble fall from the centuries still tear ducts. He must've been surprised to see a 13 year old girl walk over to him and hold out her arms. To take it from him. TO finally have relief. Relief from billions of people screaming at him every second to support them and hold them higher. Listen to their problems even though they would rebuff his advice. GIve him all their shit, when he never deserved it. Take him for granted and never offer to help him. Maybe a person or two would talk to him, but not for long. They would just revert back to all their typical behavior. Im surprised he never cracked. But H
hark to my heartI walk across this quad in a fog, treating the dum dum pop in my mouth like a cigar, my attempt to act tough and unaffected is obstructed by my naturally awkward physique and my obviously unhappy thoughts depicted by my oh so transparent face. i live through this day with my auras blocked by anxiety, worry, frustration, and pain. but my optimism kicks in and i pray. that it'll all be ok. and that it'll get better. i surround myself with good feelings as to support my optimism so it doesnt fade away completely. hark to my heart, dont you dare break. it'll be ok.
guess i hit rock bottom...this night wreaks of shame, infected wounds and tears of anguish. if any of those things had a specific scent that could mix to create something putrid. i take this scent unwillingly into my nostrils and look away to helplessly grope through the dark to find some kind of invisible reassurance that the pain will subside. its not like me to speak of this, but honestly i dont think ive ever felt this hurt. however, strength finds me when i find IT. i can do fine all by myself, but it dosesnt hurt to recieve a few kind words. injustice is disgusting and cruelty is horribly realistic. kindness is often in individuals but a tad rare in large groups. i dont want to speak of sad logic and all that shit because im far too optimistic for depressing poetry maybe thats why it pisses me off to read it.
just a few words..chains rust, glass shatter and i fall from the fifth floor. i hit the ground and seep through the bricks. my heart flys towards the sky and smashes the padlock that locked away my soul. the key that was once to my mind tarnishes and cracks at the freedom that my thoughts can finally keep. my body intwines with the earth to find serentiy in non-living and breathing existence.
unafraidi'll shave my head if i get cancer and tattoo on the back of my neck, "be strong" because my body betrays me, but i'll live on. i'll lay under a blanket if i get a cold because i feel under the weather, but i'll still skip above it. I'll light a candle if the power goes out and drip the wax onto the floor because i can follow the drops out the door to the light. I'll grow my wings if my skin gets burned, because something so beautiful can disguise the scorch marks and the healing process even though it has beauty within itself and beneath the pain. I'll cry upon my notebook if i feel i must let it all go, because the smeared ink provides comfort that someone somewhere is smearing red ink with their tears instead of blue. If it rains, i'll go out and play, because life is too short to be afraid of getting your hair wet. I'll play with matches because i told you that i like fire and i find joy in it turning my fingers black with carbon stains. I'll smile at you because there are not enou
you can't expect...You cannot expect me to be a disciple of the cruel and the dangerous, the follower of those who choke the life, or the sibling of one who hates the world. You cannot force a gallon of sarcasm down my throat and allow it to drip off my words. You cannot put a collar around my neck and lead me towards my own end on a leash. However. Please do not force me to walk on a tightrope shaped like a flawless arrow. I can't balance so well, so dont blame me when i let one foot step off to the side I'll have the same destination but i can't say that i wont have any scars from the trip.
You can bet that 10 years from now, that you will not find me wearing a pink apron with a steaming pie in my hands. You can bet that i'll never be a picture of a perfect suburbian wife and mother right out of a 1950's magazine. But you can bet that you'll find me with my family, still wobbling on that tightrope and having to step off of it. You knew all along that conforming was never my forte. ANd you'll smile and
my glasses brokemy glasses broke. the lenses cracked right down the middle. Guess it means i have to look at the world through my own eyes, and not through a pair of biased lenses that man made. AFter all, these blue eyes can see more than just a pretty face. i knew what was gonna happen didnt i? precisely. and i didnt need glasses to see any better than i do now. The world is the way it is. And so am i. Aint no changin the chemicals that make me this way. Go take a chemistry class. It aint possible
Darling are you still breathinHolding you here, i cannot understand how i got so lucky. I can feel you breathing, as your chest rises and falls, along with mine. I hold your hands, and kiss your fingers, trying to savor every moment that you and i share. Are you still breathing? Can you feel me when i think about you? THis inspiration i can always find when i think about you, and remember everything you told me, and every kiss we shared, and will share.
I can hear the sound of this song falling around me, like wind blowing my hair back, filling my eyes, making them tear up, these music notes falling onto my head like snow, and the lyrics wash over me like the ocean that i've never seen. I listen to it, and i hear your voice in the background saying those three words. I lay here beside you, as your arms tighten around me, and i hear you whisper in my ear those three words that we have both repeated over and over and over, because i cannot express how much of the meaning of those three wor
No Matter LoveI.
I'm the comet that appeared for the first time
that will never return
through the judgment of your life,
only to have you receive what I bring
as the love you long to take and return
before the ice dust from my departure
fades for all time.
Through the slender-necked sitar's silvery notes
pass the fragrance of our moonstruck limbs
surrendering to breezes
that play off a river that honors
the generations of lovers we now embody.
You were the fallen angel that waited so long,
knowing I'd be found,
to resuscitate and raise you up;
Not from whence you toppled,
but to couple in a holy damnation
and welcome in celebration
and never regret, no matter.
you're the reason for my fraying edgesA piece of me snagged
on your fingertips, now
I'm spending the rest
of my life unraveling
bad habitsi chew up keratin claws
and spit out lead nails
like letters laced with
a twine of tawny truths
and the smack of gums
forming lewd lilac lies.
you bite your sodden
to the stem of bone,
peeling layers of
paint-stained skin with
i often wonder
how my fingertips
morph metaphors with
awry alliteration while
your palms paint
purpled pastels and
my fractured wrists creak
and porcelain ghost
lines stripe your
autumn brushed skin
yet somehow, together,
we still create beauty.
PicturesqueThe smell of the fire curls in my lungs, purring
like a tabby kitten. Roasting marshmallows
crisp on the ends of our sticks as I lean
against you, our heat mingling like the smoke
rising to the sky. Your eyes twinkle as you talk,
your hands gesturing widely, and the marshmallow
flies into the woods. We clutch our stomachs
as we laugh in harmony, our voices twining
together in the silence of the night.
About a girl(French version below)
Naiad, braving the tumultuous streams without risk
Your crystalline beauty illuminates these shabby, spineless and muddy reeds,
The softness of your skin like a caress that even the sea air couldn't bring me;
Oh My, I'd like to snatch this ivy leaf which covers you way too much!
I accomplished the most perilous labour just by staring at you;
My Hesperide, your breathtakingly high curves entice this pilgrim, blinded mortal,
And force naked and fool men to carry their own Iliad out to conquer you.
The singing of your voice shall guide us through this long, calm watercourse to the Elysium.
Your smile, forbidden sin, makes me break all my oathes.
For a brief moment, I vow to let myself be fooled by these pipe dreams of fantasy -
I want to dedicate this lyric song you've inspired me to the Gods, Polyhymnia,
You got me sailing on the river of dreams.
About a girl
Naïade, bravant sans péril les flots tumultueux
SanctuaryVines stretched between her fingertips
Flowered fields grew at her word
and I swore that the galaxies lived in her eyes.
Starlight was the laughter that she breathed,
A universe of its own
Framed by the graceful arc of her parted lips.
Her movements were the gentle ocean waves
and daylight played off her skin,
Even in the darkest corners of the night.
A lion's roar was found in the screech of her cry,
and waterfalls trickled from her delicate lashes.
Mountains settled on her sloping brow,
her arms became the atmosphere I couldn't believe I ever lived without,
and a new world built itself upon her beauty
each and every day.
And so when the realm around me became too small,
I found my sanctuary in her.
My dearWhen I hear your voice
My heart beats faster and sigh
Think of us
I see perfection, perfection
Love you and will always love you
PermanenceNot a day goes by that I do not think if you. That I do not wish to hold you close and never let go. I never thought I'd be so happy. So happy and in love. So joyful in life.
You've changed me for the better in more ways than you could ever know.
It'd probably take an eternity to explain how much I love you. I couldn't express said emotions. The feeling of longing and devotion rather well. The feeling of never wanting to let go.
I've never been one for sappy love letters and long winding esoteric lectures ,yet I'm writing this. I'm a walking contradiction.
I've never been one for romantic things , yet my words are flowing through my veins so poeticly. Like an electric current of passion. A sea of never ending happiness.
You're the only person who could make me feel this way.
I long to embrace you more than life itself. Without you ,my heart has no meaning. It beats as I breathe. It beats with a feverish pace. An unwilling desire to never end.
oh my god...im in loveperhaps i fell deeper than i understood.
But i realize more and more how hard i've fallen every day.
Talking to a friend as much in love with his girlfriend as i am in love with the very man i've spoken of in
these past two lines.
Not even hearing phil's voice, but FEELING the tone of it THROUGH this barrier that is my computer.
Feeling his love for my best friend radiate like body heat from wherever he is. I can feel the
connection, just like feeling nick's hand in mine...
When i saw them first together, i was jealous. i wanted to cry. Seeing them look into each other's
eyes. Like there was no one else in the world.
I felt a longing that i hated to feel. This frustration. THis wanting to feel like they did, and still DO.
But What happens when i fall to the concrete. In love. With a man that actually feels the same. And
he catches me. I talk about him just like phil talks about jillian. With as much love in my eyes as the
amount of tears that i want to let fall fr
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