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Anna Pavoncello Jun 2013
Step by step,  I walk along
Beneath the starless, city night
Down an alley, and up one more
I glance around, and quake in fright.

One more turn, one more right
With paranoid glances over my shoulder
Then I would be home and I would be safe.
To escape from this night, not possibly colder.

Then, skin bare and white in the dark
There is the man that I see.
All alone in this alley, there sits this man
Head down, with his back turned to me.

"I can help you, sir," I call to this man.
"Please can you tell me your name?"
But the man only turns,  sad smile on his face,
And says, "Girl, richer men made this claim,"

I thought he was mad, strange, and insane
But really this man was just wise
For here, my assumptions were stupid, for sure
For life was that man in disguise.
Anna Pavoncello Jun 2013
Oh heart!
Why dost thou make pain so fierce, As fiery wind across red dirt of desert's plain. Dost thou have no fear of breaking?

      Why so brave, thou heart mine, that risks all thy pain, all thy love? Will thou join me instead in solitude, may thou not steal away as my bane?
Or as the canine lets holler his mighty, great bark, will thou leave my persuasions in vain?

So decidith, dost thou to abandon me here, like the sun leaves the moon with all poise?
Or will thou make amends to me in pity, and allow me to make my own choice?

So heart, here's adeu, for thy has chosen me not, and thou adores whomever thy might.
And here I will stay, waiting for thy still, and heartbreak will rage through the night.
Anna Pavoncello Jun 2013
I wish for a fair trade
Given to us by birth
An exchange of one for another
To give and get equal worth.

Perhaps this is greedy
Perhaps this is wrong.
But if a choice could be given
I'd be where I belong.

See, I don't belong here
Stuck with drama and thought.
I wish I could be different
But humanity's what I caught.

But if I could make a trade.
For something who's worth is the same,
I'd chose the wings, the flight.
Than to be stuck here; earthbound and tame.

To lift off into the beauty of birds
To give my humanity instead.
No pain, no worries, no cares
Anxiety gone, with dread.

Yet fair this would be,
For I'd lose as well.
I'd lose all the good things,
Memories, family,  love's spell.

So maybe it's a fair trade that I seek
To escape from Gravity's grasp.
But still, here I am, and forever I'll wish
For that fair trade that'll come at long last
Anna Pavoncello Jun 2013
"Get right down! From that horse," he said,
As high and as proud as the champion's stead.
"Come right out, and we'll settle this fair,
And the folk all around will hide from the square.
Draw on three and we'll see who's best,
Loser gets to leave and the winner gets the rest."
One, two, three, and the bangs hit the sky,
And the ranger hits the ground and I leave him there to fry.
"And if you decide to come back 'round,
Just remember  that the sheriff has a hold of this town!"
That boy runnoft back the way he came
Cause this devil's just a girl, but the sheriff just the same.
Anna Pavoncello Jun 2013
To have that terrible urge
That horrible, grotesque thing
That feeling we wish to purge,
But we do not push, we cling.

It's that wonderful squeeze
Of his hands in yours
That tiny viral disease
We hear of in legends and lores.

Whispers of little white lies
We tell ourselves at night
One half loves, one denies
Warm in joy, cold in fright.

His wicked love devours
All your morals, all your cares
His crooked smile empowers
Warmth like poison, it ensnares.

Here, it whips you from clear eyes
And it blinds you of the truth
All decisions, it decides
Made of confidence, of uncouth.

You fall victim, you fall ill
Endless falling here and there.
Still you tumble down that hill,
You are taken, *love beware!
Anna Pavoncello Jun 2013
Where do you take a story?
To the deep and dusty dungeons filled with rubble ridden cages?
Or to the telescope of fame that starts with talent, strength and stages?

Do you have a happy ending where the girl and boy get married?
Or do they drown into the sea where they're taken, swept and carried?

Is their world a crystal cave of wonders; stone and solitude?
Or do they fall upon the rocks, too sharp, too strong, too crude?

Are their masters death and dark and depression, silent and abused?
Or are they dreamy- light and creamy- hazy or confused?

Do they take the path less traveled, sure that they are wise?
Or is their confidence a plague that's hiding in disguise?

Does she run across a meadow with the daisies in her wake?
Or does she swig the pills down fast for a childhood mistake?

Will he make the deal of the devil
In a race for gold and soul?
Or does he spend his life in hell for sin and shovel coal?

Is she strange, and strong, and special,
Is he big and brave?
Is anger, lust, and vengeance,
The only thing they crave?

Where do you take a story?
Where does it meet its end?
Is it written in a poem?
Or pretend that it's your friend?

*To be continued...
Anna Pavoncello May 2013
Bring the country side to me
Fill every wish, every plea.
Curl me up and take me in.
Draw trails of circles on my skin.
Drive around the ghost town square
Turn up the music,  take my dare
Kiss me in our tree house high
And look at leaves of green float by.
Sit me down and strum a song
We'll sing and dance,  all night long.
Love me always, treat me fine
Lace your fingers tight with mine.
Bring me home and lay me down
We'll live forever in this town.
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