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 Jul 2013 Morgan
andy fardell
The blue blue sky failed me as my
gloom expanded the day
Through fields of colours
Red,green and yellow
My outlook still saw no
End

An end that needed me to live
Wanted me to love
Wished I'd turned the page
Read a different book

They say the fool of regret is a
life on the edge
My fall is long
This pain reflected in crimson eyes
That pierced only the souls of the
Broken few  

Rain I pray please show my mood
I need the noise to hide my solitude
Yet only the colour of the suns burns
this side
In my heart of hearts the hurt beats
Raw as I wallow in my own subtle
Sadness
Let me breath
Let me live
Live my life
 Jun 2013 Morgan
AJ
Plastic Anatomy
 Jun 2013 Morgan
AJ
When I was younger I was very girly,
I wore dresses and leggings,
But never jeans.
I loved pink and purple,
And I loved sparkles and bows.
I was very girly,
But I hated dolls.
I drew on my sister's baby dolls with ballpoint pens,
Covering their foreheads with my cryptic squiggles.
I would strip my Polly Pockets,
And let them lay naked and ashamed on my bedroom floor.
I would take all the limbs off of my Barbies,
And rearrange them into disfigured beauty queens.
Fake people have always bothered me.
My boyfriend is my lap top computer
Yes he exists
Yes I have met him
I have met him time and time again
touched his face, tasted his sweet lips, and heard him humming me to sleep
I have done all of that
and I have had him ripped away
across rivers
and mountains
and state lines
State lines carved in our hearts deep as French, German trenches
and as wide
as that song they keep playing on my Pandora
and I would walk five hundred miles...

So
My boyfriend
is my laptop.
When I cannot see his face
there are his photos
and a few youtube videos.
When I cannot hear his voice,
skype sends itself to me.
And when I long to hold his hand,
I can push up to my laptop
and feel the whirring warmth
of a hot hard drive.

Is it the same as his chin on my shoulder?
How he's shorter than I am
but he still rests there
with a little difficulty
and so much love.
Can I feel a laptop
breathing softly on the back of my neck at night?
Can a laptop
stop my nightmares?
Surf the roaring waves of behavioral disorders?
Or even really hold my hand?
No.
It is not substitute.
So I will wait.
I will wait for my love
just until I have the time to last up my shoes
*I would walk 500 miles...
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