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About BaitingYou bait me, feed me words to break, so I might break you. I won’t, I can’t. Not because it will hurt you or because I don’t notice, but because I’m afraid the petty words are true. Five thousand instances to back them running through my head. / “Just like the others,” you say and look straight ahead at the apartments we’re parked in front of. It’s hot, stuffy, you’ve got the car shut off and you’re pushing buttons hoping one will work. / Marriage. Months ago you said “I look forward to seeing you all in white,” Or “I can’t wait to marry you.”
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Aug 2, 2010
a LabyrinthA night is lost in tangled rumpled sheets / Each hand is struck by every curve it meets / And eyes are lost to beauty in found in flaws
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Sep 30, 2010
A little advice.A little advice from when I gave a **** / You never fail, / Nomad,
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Sep 30, 2010
Chemical ReactionsThere is comfort with you, the softness of you, hair, eyes, smile, hands, counteract my hard edges. Neutralizing. My acidity becomes neutral as you trace the angels of the spine and hip bones. Our chemistry creating the ultimate balance. Locking eyes ignites chemicals below the stomach bubbling in my throat and chest. Soft lines of fingers, juxtaposed against my fumbling appendages. The quiet of your voice colliding with the raucousness of my own. The basic collision of differences creating the uncontrollable, but inevitable reaction. But within the difference lies the similarity, the melody of voices vocalizing literature. The magnetic pull compelling our bodies to become one. The warmth of flawed bodies tangled together in a twin bed. The resentfulness towards hatred and hypocrisy, the inclination towards love and understanding. The creation of something inexplicable, something unknown, unexpected, something that has redefined beauty.
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Sep 15, 2010
Coffee at the GypsyWe’re alone, together, / The rhythm of the coffeehouse swirling around us, / A quiet cacophony of colliding ceramics,
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Feb 22, 2011
Cold-Hearted CanvasOne misstep, / an ill placed footfall, / the single clumsy blunder,
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Sep 15, 2010
Cold Hearted Canvas: Part 2A girl and a boy pick their way across the snow-wrecked parking lot, holding hands even if they have to stretch to reach. She’s laughing, an arm out slightly for balance, like a gymnast. They come closer together as they reach a spot that is snow free, brushing arms, then the inevitable happens. The boy steps in the cold snow slush; trying to pretend his canvas shoes aren’t soaked through. The girl laughs, covering her mouth; hiding her amusement at his misfortune. Their mouths move through quick conversation, the words inaudible. They don’t really matter though, He’ll get home and peel off his damp socks and remember her yet again. The laugh that escaped her lips before she could control it, the cold hearted canvas that failed to provide adequate protection, and the way he smiled and continued walking, just to hold her hand.
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Sep 15, 2010
Comfort in the ChaosI need help. / I pull back my hair. Tame my locks. / I put on my mask for the lovers.
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Sep 13, 2010
DiscoveryI’ve discovered a world in your eyes. Brilliant blue surround black. I’ve discovered fear there. Trust, too. Lust, love, and secrets. All hiding hiding hiding, resisting discovery. / I’ve mapped exotic lands on the planes of your arms. We’ll escape there if the parents start shouting, if the people start pointing. If the doubt weighs heavy. We’ll run there when the “ifs” become truth. / In the dark I carved a labyrinth into your skin. Later, when it’s just you and me, we’ll roam there. We’ll love ourselves in the walls built high. You and I will live there. Talk there. Discover there.
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Oct 1, 2010
Don't make me into something.June 2, 2010 / Don’t make me into something I’m not. If you do, I’ll never win your heart. Don’t turn me into one of them. I love you more than they ever could. Don’t put words in my mouth. I’ve got different ideas in mind. Don’t put me high on a pedestal, out of reach. I want to hold you. Don’t buy me pretty things or make me lunch. I’ve got all of that already. Don’t cut short or hide away. I’ve got all the time in the world for you. Don’t push me away, or wipe away the feeling. I can see it in your face. Don’t categorize me with those who don’t think or feel. Look at me. Don’t make me into something I’m not. Don’t leave. Give me a chance. Don’t let me down.
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Jul 27, 2010
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