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Am I turning more like her with every passing second?
*Laura: A character from The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams. She's got a small glass menagerie, and they're just as fragile as she is.
jerry's voice weaves a net
to catch my drunken skin,
sagging and dancing against
his cherry pie voice
warm and sweet in the dark of
the 7:17 dawn,
sun still sleeping behind a tall mountain range.

it makes me ache for open hearted
companions
barefeet wet from dew and black from distance
fearless,
unapologetic as they scream their throats out
raw splattering on the gasping earth from
the heaven high rooftops.

flowers poked through the pores
of ocean flavored skin,
peeling from laying too long
in the morning-faced
sun.

i wonder why people feel
so ancient, when their skin is still so young.
we've built this generation in the
imprisonment of fear,
the shrill avoidance of beauty,
we've forgotten what it feels to be living
free and loving
true,
and that's why you see so many young bones
crumble when their lives have just
begun.
you know? i'll stop being so empty sometimes. i'll fill myself with words, so they will be dripping down the carefully creased seams of my lips and dents in my cheeks. i am tired of margins and paragraphs to box in what i have to say. i'm ready to let things out like a destroyed dam barricading a swift, roaring feline river; distorted reflections of the day racing past.  i am a goddess with dripping hair and naked skin, you can't stop me from feeling. i feel with my soul i feel i feel I FEEL and i am alive. i am the start of morning, i am red tinged and purple, i am the end of the afternoon, dark skinned and starry. i am everything that this universe is made up of, and i intend to be that way till the very earth splits my bones and drills my skull, and my skin droops tiredly to the ground. i am whole, and i am divine. i am eternal, like the dust scattered across the milkyway, and *you can't stifle me.
 Mar 2014 agreenthrow
Cathyy
I was lying when I said I was done,
'cause I'm lying here on a pile of 'I miss you' songs..
I have no intention of sending them..
'just buried under the sentiment

And I was angry when I said I didn't need you
'cause it angers me how much I do need you
But I know that this is irrelevant
'cause nothing i say will change anything..

Oh and I know that love's a compromise for rain
but by losing you, what do I gain?
A chance to start all over again you say..
well i must be hearing voices,
'cause we haven't spoken in days..

But what's that?
I'm dwelling on the past you say
and I'm waiting on the better days..
well where do you fit into this?
'Cause you're now a piece that's not fitting in

So colour my skies
and fill my eyes
with baby-blue
water-colour lines
and maybe I'll rebuild my pieces,
yeah I'll pick them up for you to fix this

Oh and I am moving on,
I swear
I know it's hard to believe
'cause you know that I still care
but that's one thing that can never get lost in the fire,
or soaked in the rain
the fact that I will always, always
care..

My life's about to change..
and even though you are no longer a part of it,
a part of me
will always, always
love you over,
and over
and
over

agai-
The End.
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