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The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
What merit have the Tune
No Breakfast if it guaranty

The Rose content may bloom
To gain renown of Lady’s Drawer
But if the Lady come
But once a Century, the Rose
Superfluous become—

I can feel the barbs and the thorns
protruding from my skin
as i sit hunched and quiet
dont touch me dont touch meE don t tou ch me
every fingertip feels like knives
and your kisses are a cruel poison.
i am my own armour
because in this story,
the pinpricked princess
saves herself.

Tired mind, tired body.
Chaotic desk, chaotic kitchen.
As sleep escapes the eyes,
but not the mind,
dripping ink half conscious,
stalling.
Staying away from the dreams
which bring tomorrow's
cold reality.
Sickness pushing into the mind,
into the body,
with a dusty desk and
haphazard room in the dark.
We go up, we go down,
never to settle
as does the dust
upon our bones.
Misplaced my peace
(of mind)
at my alter of confidence,
and, once again,
exposed my insecurities.

do you feel safe within yourself?
do your beliefs battle your feelings?




what can i do to fight a winning battle?

You left fingerprints
on my face
You left lip prints
on my lips
You left warmth
around my waist,
a meaning to my days.

And you also left
a wound in my chest
tear stains on my cheeks
bruises in my mind
a scar for life.

Speaks soft, speaks slow, faster or louder, sometimes
even with something almost like an accent
from no place found on a map.

He says things that sound more right
than they feel.  He knows what
people want to hear

Dresses so plain to never stand
out.           He can't notice how
that has become its own trap.

Sometimes changes his name, sometimes
even forgets the one his
Mother held so dear.

His hair can change at a moment's
whim.  His bathroom mirror
feels like it's own disguise kit.

Piercing in? Piercing out?
Tattoo shown or covered?
He wears a mask, and his face grows to fit it

It's been so long
since a song
could make me cry.
my eyes were so dry,
For what feels like a long time.
My heart beats so fast
as this song escalates
and I hear it crash
It pulls me backwards
until I remember pain,
then twists me around
and reminds me
of when I could touch your face.

Don't inquire
About the mystery
Of reality
Since It is a secret
Above thought
And supposition