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 Mar 2014 Trader Tim
September
This, like you, is made only for 3:37am.
Not 3:36—not 3:38.
This costly minute
which slips under my tongue
and into my bloodstream.

It took only a minute.
It took only a minute.
Written in a minute.

It took only a minute for you to dissolve into me.
Disappointing you
as only you can see me through
is the only thing I'm mildly good at
I hope if you think of me, you forget that
so I take this razor to my skin
I let myself feel the sting
regretfully, I let this blade
dance it's way across my wrist
my worries start to fade
finally, I have my fix.
in love, in lust, in hate
it carves a phrase
**** up
is what it reads
dear god I miss the old me
the one who would never harm herself
the one who was not a living hell
the one who would never punish a child
for the way her body was defiled
something that was out of her control
but she refuses to let go
so now she falls to her knees
as her every emotion bleeds
from every gaping hole in her body
her tears sting her arm so harshly
for as she loses her will to fight
an angel goes back to heaven tonight.
Hazel often wonders,
What it would be like,
Watching an orang-utan,
Riding on a motorbike.

Such unusual images,
Always bring a smile,
Like seeing a milk-float,
Driven by a crocodile.

A camel steering a tractor,
A fish flying a plane,
Or a big African Elephant,
Trying to drive a train!

So if you see Hazel,
Daydreaming with a grin,
A donkey might be taking,
A double-decker for a spin!
You know, dreams do come true,
And of course, dreaming is free,
Rowan dreams of dolphins,
Swimming in the bluest sea.

She would ride upon their backs,
Crashing through wave after wave,
She would not even be scared,
The dolphins would make her brave.

They would chase schools of fish,
Go leaping into the sky,
Fins flashing, water splashing,
A happy twinkle in her eye.

So every night Rowan dreams,
And no other dream will do,
But swimming with her dolphins,
You know, dreams do come true.
i'd like to tell you something i have never said before
if you are here then listen, i won't say it anymore:

i've grown to see a life through two profoundly different eyes
reality in synch with both beneath the cloudy skies
i've realized the origin of each world that i've seen
and i have put my feet upon the space that's in-between
but i can only stay in here until there's nothing left
until the ground i'm standing on is thoroughly bereft
and whether it is light or dark, my limbs will have to move
with everything inside of me, there's nothing left to prove
from a position of weakness
 Mar 2014 Trader Tim
Traveler
The pendulum swings at a steady speed
Inevitably life upon me feeds
I dreamt of real in my illusion
Destiny like free-will a mere delusion
Today’s all but gone, am I still intact
To pull love’s knife out of my back
Brilliantly dim this light of mine
I strain to glimpse the bottom line
These nights do linger pain becomes art
The Cut that Never Heals still bleeds my heart
Traveler Tim

re to 3-19
 Mar 2014 Trader Tim
Xyns
Envy
 Mar 2014 Trader Tim
Xyns
A winter wind
Kisses thy flesh

A gentle breeze
Your face, it shall caress

I envy that air
For it must never stop
It's touch

Myself, however,
Has limits on how long
I may hold you
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