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We always Love the Dead
What could I know of what goes on in the distorted mind / But you were my preferred poison if ever I should drink any Now I'm thirsty, anyone can see / Parched
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Nov 20, 2011
Sand in the Wind
His eyes are not crazy or wild like mine / in contrast- he is the calm to my storm / Air to my earthiness.
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Nov 17, 2011
August just as November
We go out running. / Loudly our silence shrieking / back and forth with the wind
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Nov 17, 2011
Scaling the Sun
I wasnt supposed to but we went out running anyway. Call me an adulteress, it doesnt matter by now. Ill never reach these places with him that I do here. Here the wine flows down our throats and the wind rips down our hair and backs. And yes for the millionth time we live out fantasies that in others just lay there / dormant in their coffins for etertinity / my heart is an explosion
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Nov 15, 2011
Rivers of Wine
I licked his lips / They tasted of stale women / Of rivers of wine
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Nov 15, 2011
By the bank of her broken dreams
Full of anger and sweet sorrow, the fragile butterfly desperately wants a home. She wants the sunshine, she tries to be the sun. All is fair in love and war. Her wings chip away when she is dropped all the time. But this is the price she pays for flying to high places. And beleiving. The price she pays for embracing the wind so unconditionally, for shedding her colors onto gray spaces all because she knows color and about how joy is attained. Her screams are so silent and pierce through the ears of all the rocks of all the mountains. Thus she has no defense but the voice of the mute. She stands alone on legs so weak in a courtroom of lions. She wonders whether she might sometime be granted the privelage from the wind to be carried off and spread into many many different things out into the stormy waters of the ocean. Perhaps then through multiplication, she might be cancelled out. She gazes longful of such a plight out onto the water and by the bank of her broken dreams she sits down to weep.
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Nov 15, 2011
Heartbreak
So weary of waging battles for the sunshine, this armor unbearably heavy now, this noose a garland of roses triumphantly paced around my neck. I can embrace a Lover as loyal as the devil, come walk me head on into the deep end of the river, I will surrender to the poison u will force down into my person, intoxicating me forever. Like deadweight I will crash, But a fall after every bone is broken must not feel like much. My casket must be of wicker and roses and I want melodic screams of outrage and wails of horror before and after my eulogy. It shall be marvelously tragic. A light squashed so cruelly so early before it had a chance to light others. And when it is learned of why it had been extinguished, even the faithless will be squirming with a deep shame and irrepairable sense of guilt. And the eternally youthful spirit will settle finally in ways she never could while living, smiling in deep satisfaction and revelling in the hell she has now forever cast upon these mortals.
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Nov 15, 2011
Suicide for dessert
After lunchtime, and before tea / Donna quietly bade farewell / to Mr. Samuels
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Nov 15, 2011
Bodies of Water and Bodies under stone
I always encounter different versions of you here / By bodies of water and bodies under stone / I’m trying to figure the symbology
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Nov 15, 2011
A Whole New World
Like strangers Uninvited / Into each others domain / I crept a little closer to u
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Nov 15, 2011
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