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I sold my eyes to the skies for a piece of the dress that they wore
the one that takes hold of the light and bends it to the hues I adore
The hanging tree is here
Peacefully wanting
Joy in its stance
Within a hidden sadness
It waits

In a place of tranquil its roots
Lay ready for madness
Loss
Tears

Beckoning my way
I'll fight it come May
To water it's moss
My tears
Failing heart

Be when I am old
Worn past tired
Rot in my hell
I'll visit this place
Go say my last grace
 Apr 2015 Brittle Bird
Corina
Stab
 Apr 2015 Brittle Bird
Corina
I need to stab myself
get my blood flowing
red warmth to promise me I'm still alife

I need to stab myself
open up my heart
tonight, madness is better than feeling nothing

I need to stab myself
to get the juice of life pass my own borders
My heart's a prison, I need to be free

I've built walls
Thousands
years of therapy won't break them down
I've muted my feelings
Along with hopes and dreams

I need to stab myself
just in need to feel something
even when it's only pain I'm letting in
 Apr 2015 Brittle Bird
Kasey
Twice
 Apr 2015 Brittle Bird
Kasey
I fell in love twice.
The first, a glorious trip over cheap champagne and the dreams of youth.
Tremendously child-like , desperately adult.
But nothing that burns so bright dies slowly without notice.
And I swore I would never love again.
The second, greatest love
Happened without intention
And saw into the future. And saw reality.
And was a great, great love.
Subtlety spread from an ember to a wildfire,
And I've learned that love hurts more as an ache
Than it ever could as an explosion,
And sometimes feels like loneliness.
 Apr 2015 Brittle Bird
Q
Haiku
 Apr 2015 Brittle Bird
Q
Gee, what kind of tea
Tickles your fancy like me?
Black tea? White tea? Red?

*s.q.
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