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 Nov 2012 Isadora
Miss Honey
Felt like winter,
it tasted like summer.
Ninety-nine cent nostalgia,
one album new memories.
The air crisp,
the park silent as night.
An overwhelming relief,
despite a knotted throat.
Over-thinking everything
seems worse than actuality.
Reality sunk in,
Here leaning and breathing.
Time kept moving,
just as it always had.
The tantalizing way you brush my hair away 
and tease my eager lips with your familiar but foreign foreplay
The lingering of the warmth I've waited so long to feel 
Is so suddenly explosive I should've known it wasn't real

The way you play your word games and mind tricks has me exposing my every weakness 

Leaving me hopeless and numb
Faithful to none
You can't break the girl
That is on the run 
Playing cat and mouse
With the burning sun
It's still a game to you
But I've already won

My fingertips feel it, my mind photographs it, I try and grasp it, but know I can't have it 

 So I'll live this life in a lucid dream
Because I am the ruler and I am the queen
And I will out sing all the songs you will read
To a deaf ear and a broken wing 
You live now as a fond memory
Forgive my beliefs and silence my screams
Weve finally moved on... or so it seems
 Mar 2011 Isadora
Dante Blades
Exes and Ohs
Litter the page
Sprinkled around in a random matter
Without age

Relative to time
Persecuted for that one word
That one crime

Exes and Ohs
Meaningless apart
Like a left ventricle
Without the right heart

Two halves  
Of the same bilateral organism
An awkward moment
Nervous laughs

Eyes forward
Minds in each other's pants
Forget needless pleasantries
Deposit in wilting potted plants

Hugs and kisses
Sincerely yours
Tell me why
It's me you ignore
YOU waves, though you dance by my feet like children
at play,
Though you glow and you glance, though you purr and
you dart;
In the Junes that were warmer than these are, the waves
were more gay,
When I was a boy with never a crack in my heart.
The herring are not in the tides as they were of old;
My sorrow! for many a creak gave the creel in the-cart
That carried the take to Sligo town to be sold,
When I was a boy with never a crack in my heart.
And ah, you proud maiden, you are not so fair when
his oar
Is heard on the water, as they were, the proud and apart,
Who paced in the eve by the nets on the pebbly shore,
When I was a boy with never a crack in my heart.
I flash a smile.
And you begin to walk my way.
My mind stops.
On the cold floor is where I find myself lay.

An angel is kneeling over me.
Taking me away from this wreck of my life.
My lips move, but no words come out.
My heart is frozen from the love that will never be.

I go through those last instants in my mind.
At least I died with your face under my eyes.
I've loved you since grade school.
The only love, i've been able to find.

My vision clears,
The colors brighten.
As I wait for the grand tour of heaven above.
But then, your face appears.

"Is it just me or is it everytime you fall you take my heart with you?"
I must be in heaven.
 Feb 2011 Isadora
Pen Lux
you can die whenever you want,
but you can't live.

matching sweaters:
it was nice to see you today.

lumps of cat fur scattered over
the **** carpet of my brothers
hallway.

he says he's going to give me
a hug tomorrow.

I don't know what to say
as I stare at his unshaved face.
His eye's are more worn than
the voices that scream up the
stairs to him. He looks at me
as if he's trying to memorize:

this moment:
t   r   u  t   h
   r  u   t   h  t  r  u  t  h
      u  t  h  t  r   u  t   h  
         t  h  t  r  u  t  h
            h  t  r u  t h
               t  r  u  t  h
                       p
                          o
                             u
                                r
                             ­     s
                                      out.

these open spaces were born the same way we were:
                                         only opposite.
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