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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
Young LoveI was so young
when I first heard
the beats of my heart
pulse lightly upon my ribcage
My toothpick bones,
to the powerful palpitations
And I was still young
when I heard again
the throbs of my heart
pound forcefully upon my ribcage
My metal bar bones,
to the butterfly-wing beats
So you better hurry, boy
as my ribs are becoming
thick as steel
and you’ll soon need a metal cutter
to reach my heart
(And I don’t want to become damaged in the process of being loved).
how to love a girl who can't love herself.get lost under the sun, then
fight the break of dawn.
i am nothing in the dark,
so show me
walk with me,
to the secret place
where i met you
(those turquoise city dreams)
when the sun goes down,
when the moon shines,
(girl of the ocean, let's go
somewhere only we know.)
please, i beg you.
winter me gently, because the earth laughs in flowers, and
red red roses, they're so beautifully
from the back of my throat, i promisethe world is made of talking trees and cloudy water,
and the way you look at me
i'm no artist but i think i've painted your voice at the base of my neck
it's not something you can come back from
and tomorrow won't be a victory any more than it will be a loss
they don't make maps for a place like thisI'm stuck somewhere
between great rollings hills
and a sweet-calm sea,
but the air doesn't smell
of salt or dandelions.
Only this heavy
cloying breeze that sticks
in my throat and fills
my lungs with the sharp tang
of musk and pine
reminds me that I'm
not far from home. And
in the distance there
is a rolling clamor;
a whistle crying long and low.
But there are no signs,
Though I've wandered days
through this strange
traipsing across smooth plains
and sharp plateaus, I've
never crossed the
same path twice...
One thought rings true in
this foreign land:
dear, don't be alarmed
I only lose my bearings so thoroughly,
only become so
to hell with goodwill (que sera sera)his tale-weaving tongue
tastes of crisp linen
drenched in bergamot
locked in by lips
of brown sugar that bubble
a blueberry melody
on his siren songs
drunken on an unearthly state
i drown my earl grey eyes
refusing to abandon the atrocity
that is his bedspread
his vesuvius temper
keep me on the verge of tears
on the ledge of limitations
i know all too well
i can never repel his touch
his gaze glazes over my beehive body
and i break open
raw and wild
sucking on the saccharine serendipity
of seeing this scene
in some long lost dream
his lambent limbs
though scathingly swollen
spread far and wide
such is my
i am peeled
past my quivering
he polishes and pencils
past my profanities
his life oeuvre is
to have me obliterated
come what may
the desolation of this delusion
will one day leave me
to inferno with goodw
What Shall He Be?Oh what shall he be - the one to steal my heart?
Many a man is there in this vast world,
But what sort should I desire?
My sisters have oft said to see him in my thoughts.
To know him there and appease my dreams.
I am slow to act, for what reality could compare to a woman's dream?
But, alas, I do believe
That even I find myself dreaming of him now and again.
And so you ask, what sort of man is he?
Well listen close, for here I shall tell of what sort he would be:
He should be tall and graceful, elegant and fair;
With sweet golden locks of his curly hair.
And have blue eyes that sparkle in the light
Of the sun, bright, as does his smile shine.
His tender words and gentle touch
Would so sooth my heart and troubled mind.
His strong arms would hold me fast in the darkest nights
And chase away my fears 'til dawn.
His sweet lips would kiss me tenderly, lovingly just so.
He would have a heart of pure gold, and be loyal and good.
And looking into his eyes, he would see my soul
And I, giving my
My memories of my dearest youYou chased me all the way through the harbour port and caught me by my auburn pigtails. You told me they burned like the sun kissing the horizon goodbye as we sat on the deck catching our breath. My eyes tracked down the silhouette of your chest where your sheer garment rippled to translucency. I liked how your spine slouched into comfort and how the your silhouette shone in ethereal hue. And when my chapped lips rubbed into yours, somehow it bloomed to our own perfect splatters of colours.
I hope you still remember how our fingers entwined beneath the old palm trees. How the wind caressed my hair and you ruffled it as we kissed.
And how our cackling laughter blended to perfect cacophony at the old porch swing. I'll always notice your smile that lights my world like the crescent moon shines the earth.
I still remember our playful memories when we mischiefs ran around the thrift shop and you provoked me with our silly pictures in silly clothes.
Or our charming memories where you promise
I won't forgetI will always remember
you quietly waiting in the corridors
and opening doors for me to pass through
you drifting in and out of office spaces
and as we walked with matching paces
your smile would quietly etch itself into my memories
of what we were when we were not together.
I will always remember the feelings I wanted to forget
as I walked the limits of darkness every night,
my loneliness like a silhouette
that knew no respite
from the resounding cries
of the kookaburras in the trees
weeping for the heart that wanted to be free
to be with the you
who could not be with me.
I will always remember the voice inside my head
uttering a love that could not be said
across the oceans and the miles
that stretched like a chasm before us
but it was never a distance we did not surmount--
each night a transgression of space and time,
a compression of our imaginations and our minds.
I will never forget these slivers of a past
that used to haunt us with the pain of our non-existence
in a reality we'd
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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