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Ann Beaver May 2014
There are wild roses.
They grow up through the cracks
in the pavement,
they have thorns
they have petals
the bees hover, but never settle
the bare feet step, unknowing
their soles then showing
thorns trapped beneath the skin.
they offer their dangerous beauty to the sun
they stay in one place; they never run.
Ann Beaver May 2014
The things I love
the things I hate
Here, self-medicate
Take the cake
With soap as frosting
Costing and tossing
Is all I see right now
As my mind is salad, how
Is it you look so pallid?
My mind races
To fill the spaces
Where stars used to be.
Ann Beaver Apr 2014
Could I ever call your name
Loud enough
To be heard?
Words herded through your mind
In one, out the other
But I was just a puddle
On your living room couch
A sheer sweater draped over me
Ridiculously.
Every face I show you ficticuously
Shows you
Your reflection
Ann Beaver Apr 2014
I want to capture
all this blood-sludge-drainage
dripping drops down my femur.
I put down the ******* to look for the creamer.
She's lost, they say. She's a dreamer
stuck in a dream catcher
fetch her a blade quickly. Come
over to see her last breath.
I want to capture it all
in words
lines on paper
drape the world with it,
so everyone will be lost
and no one will be lost
and I won't be lost.
Ann Beaver Apr 2014
Silver cask and red wine
Fine things that rhyme
Find things with time
is what they keep saying
and the clock keeps ticking
and the ticks keep licking
******* up my blood and spilling it
onto the kitchen floor
but I cry about spilled milk
what a waste
hasten this versioning
this red-wine-cushioning.
Ann Beaver Apr 2014
I orbit this center sun
on a silver ring I run
and gaze with longing
therefore prolonging
my blindness and suffering
hold on while this video is buffering
my grip grows weak
I can't stop, I can't speak
I reach out to her and say
love him all you can, every day.
Ann Beaver Apr 2014
Free falling
Water up my nose
Am I smiling or am I frowning
Am I swimming or am I drowning
Isnt it strange
How putting your leg between mine
Echos like we are still
In that cave so long ago
Grabbing and racing to fill
This bright void
No question marks
Because you are all the answers
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