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alex waddell Apr 2015
In days of mud and rust
The clean rain falls (in droplets)
Into my eyes (and down our throats)

Our eyes
Will catch every living (and non living)
Thing

As a piece of magic
A fleck of stardust on the horizon
A spark of energy beaming from our lives
Thanks to Ashley L for your writing advice.
alex waddell Apr 2015
I see
The clouds
Clean and free of color
Blackening

I hear
The leaves
They speak of seams
Pulling

I don't know what to
think
But dream of love
Growing
alex waddell Apr 2015
In lieu of my strength I choose
to fade

In place of my death
I bathe

In the moonlight wealth
I'm made
alex waddell Apr 2015
When my knees are replaced wrists bound in place these feet won't race these eyes can't change what they've seen
Find me

I'll be in trees high up where sun shines bright the longest day in
Creeks all waters flowed away there
Under the stairs in hide away I store my shame it comes to play I have to say what would it take for everything to
Stop

For a little while we dance I love you past your shirt and pants and then we sit and play and touch I feel afraid its just too much, too good
To be for me

As true as the leaves on the edge of spring, so real as water above my head. For you
Are a creature of all creatures
An animal of your own desire
And I am watching
Learning
Waiting
For you
To look
For me
alex waddell Apr 2015
She was a drive-by beauty
The roadside resistance
As they passed they stretched their necks
Yet never stopped to stare
alex waddell Mar 2011
i'd rather be
a mute
than walk through fields
of opportunablooms
and be at risk to say
i love
and have you love me too
alex waddell Feb 2011
Wake up, Confusion, it's bed time
Mamma's singing Daddy's rhyme
Dad he does as mamma says
Mom she never makes the beds

Like a fool, Confusion, stand proud
Make your self heard, quitely, get loud
Travel abroad by staying in bed
Watch the moon rise till noon (instead)

skip the sun that set too soon

Sun the skip that too soon set
The standards of this mignionette
Sheets so warm and quilts so smooth
Hot bed rocks, Con, let them sooth

Fu, you know the way to life
Born today died then in strife
Let's make this one rhyme, whall we, Sion?

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