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everything you do
everything you say
makes me want you
each and every day

through thick and thin
like leaves dancing in the wind
when you put me in a bin
I am here till the end
Babygirl
When i have sleepless nights,
and somthing doesnt feel right
I stare up at the beams,
in hopes that i can form some dreams
I think of your smile,
and all my worries disapear for a wile
Everything you do,
makes me want to be with you

Babygirl
when i need someone to hold,
whenever my heart is cold
when you kiss my neck,
i become an emotional reck
my fingers moving through your hair,  
Feels like we are floating on air

Babygirl
Enticing poppy,
an unwitting aid,
one vial of your blood
they **** to accrue.

I’ve never felt you
course deep through my veins
yet, my soul's tarnished,
family destroyed.

**** you, sweet flower,
repossess your gift
that eats from within.

We’ve no want for the
paltry donation
encased in syringe.
(c) 2009 Michelle Campbell
Breathless as your lips touch mine
And falling...
I'm too wrapped up in everything
I'm drowning
(In your eyes)
In your touch...
Your gaze stops me and I'm trapped
I can't keep going
And yet I can't back away
I can't stop
You grab my hand
And pull me closer
And I'm falling again
Down into your eyes
Away from reality
I'm trying to run away
Trying to escape
But I'm caught
As you pull me forward
A silence envelopes my mind
And I forget what I should do
And I fall.
I was born in the desert, over 30 years ago
rattlesnakes were thick as thieves there
ghosts of the ancient ones still roam
and i'd lay out on the porch at night
my hands stuffed in my pockets
listen to coyotes howl
I was 5 years old then
the days pass so quick
the years seem to escape us all somehow

I was raised in the rocky mountains
cold autumn wind and winters snow
my dad would play us kids the banjo
by the light of the fires glow
we all grow and theres so many things i miss
memories treasured till the end
live and learn
find the truth and watch it burn
maybe the answer is just blowing in the wind

and it seems to me that its time to leave
feels like saying goodbye to a dear old friend
the time has come what happened to forever young
oh i hope one day our paths will cross again.

life it doesnt always aim to shoot you straight
and that one lesson i have learned
the education of a wandering man
is the education i have earned
(c) 2012 CJG
Her cigarette laced breath,

her promises that she'd quit,

broken,

I remember it clearly.

Hair bleached with the roots brown,

fried,

I remember it clearly.

Green of her eyes murked with swampy brown,

Surrounded by eyeshadow and poorly drawn eyeliner,

Surrounded by crows feet and clogged pores,

I remember them clearly.

Barbie nose,

Bridge lithe,

sharp,

I remember it clearly.

Everything about her was frail.

Wrists of a 9 year old,

bones of a 70 year old,

her body wasn't her age.

I remember.


I remember,

Her crooked back,

Stooped with age and baddened posture,

I remember it clearly.

Her rotten teeth,

Her eating disorder,

What did you eat today?

It was a habit to ask

She doesn't think I remember,

But,

I remember.

I remember my mother.

You left me.

but I remember.
His body is covered in ink.

Not mistakes, like they think.

Just ink.
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