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 Jan 21 Heidi Franke
Green
there’s these words
that we used to whisper in secret
words that we claimed to be ours
now I find myself haunted by them
they are just words after all
words that used to be meaningless
before they found you
words that take me back in time
to a place where I loved you
If
If you're not the fighting type
Don't put our hearts in the line
I’ve met a beautiful woman,
her face native to a land
that’s not mine
but I would still recognize it.

There’s no second thought about it:
she’s native by blood,
by eyes,
by cheekbones,
by the warmth in her skin,

a warmth that transcends
her shirt, my shirt,
my skin,
finding its way toward my soul.

Lightning strikes twice
campfires and oven mitts.

What a disrespectful way
to love someone,
but I wouldn’t wait
to love her.
Out on the fence line
two squirrels
dine side by side
critter crunch and bird seed
seems to make them as happy
as chasing each other
around the trunk of a tree
 Jan 15 Heidi Franke
Liana
I cannot seem to be able
To unwrap the vines of pain from me
After all
It's in my name

I would do anything
Give anything
To make this bad
Heavy feeling
Be lifted

I would call a plane
And a crane
To get it off my heart
If that's what it takes

I want to feel better already

The time is moving too slow
And too fast
All at once
Who is messing with the clock?
Is it a monster living in the walls
Or is it living in my head?

The vines get tighter
The more I want them to loosen

Are they the problem
Or is it me?
What's the difference
I can't see

It doesn't matter
Get them off of me

I want to feel better already
Liana is a kind of vine

(This note was wrong then by a catfish that was named Pig and ate spaghetti)
 Jan 15 Heidi Franke
Liana
Broken glass
Breaks skin

Now it's bleeding
I don't know if it makes sense, but I mean broken people break others. Not an excuse though.

(This note was written by a tree that swam in the sea)
words tumble, soldier like
even the alphabet forgets their place
as each letter musters for duty

Sargent Eraser scoffs at laxative crawl
under barb wired meters
in the conscripted muddy penses

seeking freedom from rank and call
in that one more turn of phrase
a falling veil or vale, that surprise

-cec
 Jan 15 Heidi Franke
Liana
I called them "grown ups"
Until I was old enough to realize
That some of them didn't grow up

From my experience
Mostly for bad
But sometimes for good
My dad never grew up from that toddler stage of the world revolving around him, throwing tantrums, and not being able to care for others. :D

Also, I am very pro keep your inner child alive, so don't get the wrong idea. That's what I meant by for good.

(This note was written by a wrench with a cool-mint stench. It's favorite place was a bench.)
 Jan 15 Heidi Franke
Liana
A little oval
The size of a been
It's green
And I'm not sure if it's taunting me
Or comforting me
But it's there
Staring

It's hard to believe
That something so small
Could change my big world

I know it will dissolve
Into many little workers
Trying to take the wheel of my brain
For my captain is evil
And they want to help me

Please do help me

I've tried everything else
Starting to take Zoloft, I think I'm exited--but I'm mostly just done with feeling bad.

(This note was written by a mop that was supposed to clean but was ***** so made things worse. Like a lot of people a guess.)
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