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 Jan 2012 Krys Pressey
Steff
I lied today,
As I do every day.
I can’t help it.
I don’t mean to,
It just happens.
It’s become natural to me.

“How are you today?”
They’ll ask me.
“Well, I’m great.”
I’ll reply with a smile.

It’s that smile.
It fools everyone.
It hides my emotions,
The ones I really feel.

No one seems to see past that smile.
 Jan 2012 Krys Pressey
Steff
I want to fall into a deep sleep
Of which not even my
True love’s kiss can wake me.
A sleep of which only
I can wake myself from.
**I would awake only when
My demons have finally
Left my mind alone.
I met June in my December.
Her touch thawed me:
all my flowers bloomed,
birds sang, full-throated,
frozen streams flowed anew,
Bubbling and chuckling.

Into my gated garden
we strolled,
hand in hand
beneath the cherry blossoms,
heads close,
sharing one scented breath.

On the apex
of the arched bridge
over the pond
we kissed, lingering
white blossoms
cascaded on our hair.

Pausing,
we gazed down
at the jeweled carp
gliding beneath the surface,
seeing only one rippled reflection,
not mine.
Imagine a fearless world of good intentions.
Does it look delicious or taste sweet?
Is there perfume in the air?
Have we reached heaven yet?

Accept a fearful world of bad intentions.
Does it look repulsive or taste salty?
Is there pollution in the air?
Have we reached hell yet?
 Jan 2012 Krys Pressey
Vorosenej
I feel like I'm sorry
I don't know what for
not sure I want to know
but I feel sorry,

sorry for us,
love,
sorry.

What do you do
now that you're gone?
What do you do
now that you aren't alone no more?  

But don't tell me
please shush
just keep it for you
like a secret,

because I feel sorry,
love,
sorry.

I've lost you once or twice
but who cares,
now that you're not alone,
not alone no more.
Yep
Too bad you don't know-
Or maybe you do?
The way,
The way I look at you?

You make me smile,
Lazy ***,
Don't you know that?

Please, stop.
words can poison.
when young we read fairy tales and fantasies,
fans of fictitious fables.
when "taught" religion we are immediately placed into a mind-trap,
with heavenly reward
and hellish repercussion.
allow independence
abolish imprisonment
words can cure.

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