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if time has taught me anything, I can't remember now 
the ticking clock has hypnotized my every thought somehow
and here I am in lulls of sleep, beckoned by my heart 
i need to feel its beat to know that I won't fall apart
see, you can talk and weary me but I will not reply 
for all the reasons I could give are hidden in my eyes
so if you wait and closely watch you'll find that what you seek
are perfect words that only rise when neither of us speaks
the silence looms and calms the pulse running through our veins 
just enough that you can hear my footsteps in your brain 
for I have traveled far and wide across its weathered ground
all the while making sure I gilded and unbound
I’m about to do something genius
I’m about to do…
Guess what I’m about to do
I’m about to do something with these lines
I’m about to do something that probably has never been done in previous times
Writers’ police will want me for these literary crimes
Awesome, crazy and fun times
I’m about to have
I’m about to teach a lot of new words to mimes… that should make them laugh
See what I did there?
Like a whale taking a breath… I’m back up
Now take a moment to read this poem from the previous line… all the way back up.
It's a weird feeling, being in love and lonely all at the same time
To put your whole heart into something you can't see
You know long distance relationships are tough
But what's hard is looking across the room at the eyes you love
And feeling every inch like they were miles
Seeing your cheeks turn to stone when I try to make you laugh
Feeling every could-be-kiss like a character from a book
Reading their stories
Making my heart race
Leaving my lips as dry, chapped, cracked as they always are
I sweat in my sleep from your body heat
While my veins freeze over from the warmth of your affection
I keep looking at the thermostat because I don't want to be cold anymore
But we're already sitting in our own *** sweat at eighty two degrees
And I can't make you care enough to smile anymore
But apparently I'm trying hard enough to get you to stay
Or more accurately hard enough for you not to leave
Leaving is hard work anyway
And feeling loved is nice
I imagine
At least that's what I've heard.
A collection of poems by me is available on Amazon
Where She Left Me - Michael DeVoe
http://goo.gl/5x3Tae
In every moon there is a man
And in every man there is a heart inside of which lives a woman
Who doesn't clean
Who doesn't cook
Who doesn't serve him
Only lives within the walls of his heart
And within every woman living in a man's heart
There is a desire to be free
It is not odd to imagine her leaving
Merely odd to see her go
Riding on the back of an elephant
In high heels
With a bottle of Chateau de Michelle
And weilding the sword of a swallowing minstrel
Drunkenly yelling songs of a time in which she never lived
And that will never leave a man
Whether the next woman comes in riding a golden chariot pulled by blazing reindeer
Or mounted on a shark wearing a cocktail dress
And while he laments her going
She regrets her ever having left
So she turns around
Looks into the vast nothing behind her
Trampled under the weight of the elephant
Cut down by her drunken fit of rage
Burned and eaten by the coming and going of others
And she sees
That beyond the husk of the home she once knew
Lay merely arteries and valves
And no soft place to lay her head
So she dismounts her companion
Lays down her sword
Crashes the bottle upon the rocks
Tears the heels from her shoes
And limps into the desert
Looking for that which she had already found
While he lie
Filling the emptiness of his ravaged heart
With the tender touch of fleeting acrobats
This and other poems by me are available on Amazon
Where She Left Me - Michael DeVoe
http://goo.gl/5x3Tae
Welcome to 4 A.M.

Where almost nothing ever happens and the universe sits mostly still, where indie music is life and where photography is heaven. Where silence is golden and life is absolute. Where we all wish to be, and where only a select few of us can go and handle it.

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Where we lie in limbo, waiting for the sun to come up, the moon to go down, the median between life and whats left of the dark decay of lifelessness. Where Your eyes open wide, where your thoughts wander into the void of the infinite. Where we wait to see the beginning, the middle, and the end.

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Welcome to the dead, the living, the mourning, the crying, the sad, the happy, the over energetic, the under enthusiastic, the over enthusiastic, the insomniac, the insane, the beautiful, the quiet, the peaceful, the thoughtless and thoughtful, the kind, the caring, the listeners, the wonderful and magnificent, the open minded and wide eyed sleepless.

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Where we wander, searching for answers in our sleep. Where we wait for contact and a view into what we think is the future, and where here, we wait for the future. Where we sleep only to be dreaming of our answers we are searching for and never getting the full answer to questions like-
"Who am I?"
"What am I?"
"Who do I love?"
"Who loves me?"
"Why am I here?"
"What awaits me today?"
"Who thinks of me?"
"Who are my friends?"
"Who are my foes?"
"Who are the friendless?"
"Who am I to judge someone?"
"Who are they to judge me?"
"What is left for there to question if I already know the answers to my questions?"

This is what we ask, and wait for...

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Where our mindless infinite, grows! To be ever infinite into the oblivion of exaggerated proportions and ridiculous time! Where everything meets the beginning, the middle and the end. Where life dies, starts, and lives once more for us as humanity to enjoy through one more day, for us to catch our breath, and to breathe the dead and living. For our eyes to capture the very beauty of life through blinking as if our eyes where the lens to a camera and our brains the film to feed it.

All in one quiet, peaceful, beautiful, and insane, hour. Everything lives, dies, and starts over again.

Welcome to the beginning, the middle, and the end.
Welcome to 4 A.M.
Welcome to life.

Good morning.
 Dec 2012 Caitlin Drew
M Clement
Allow me
For a moment
To run my face along the keys

Listening to hip-hop
It's the mainstream poetry
Spoken word to beat
Bring the anger,
The fury
The feelings
Expressions

But make sure it's ****
God forbid
If it's not ****, it's pathetic,
Right?
Wrong.
Well, for me.

Bring me emotions
All colors
Bring me depth of spirit
Dark and light
Bring me truth
I want to see the world in your
perpective.

Bring me music,
Of all kinds
Just know that now,
Hip-hop is keeping me busy.
 Dec 2012 Caitlin Drew
Bailey Ann
Memories are what keep you alive in my eyes
The ones I have are not so great
That didn’t matter because you always made me the best breakfast!
When I was on the swings ive never flown so high
When we were on the field, I’ve never ran so fast
When we where on the lake, I’ve never swam so long, or dived so deep.

But long where the waits at the fary, when you would never show up.

The tears never fall so hard

Long where the the times I waited for the phone calls that never came,
When they did, where only to be slurred, and the value poisoned by selfish need
I used to care, fight for you to be here
It never seemed to matter
The poker was worth more than me
The alcohol was more interesting
The women more fulfilling
So you wrote me off with money
Sent me away always with the parting phrase
“I love you, don’t forget that “
Then the absence of you was more than the time we spent together
Everyone around didn’t see
Me dragging your drunk *** in bed
Getting food, cause beer was the only thing in there
Time and time again I would fall for the same lines, the guilt of not seeing you.
Whose fault whos that?
You tell me “I love you”
And daddy I love you too but I don’t think you know the meaning of the word.
Love is waiting 5 hours on the promise of food
Love is waiting 4 am to for you to come home from the bar
Love is cleaning the house and doing your laundry to see if you’d notice me
Love is waiting for you to finish your poker game before speaking.
But it’s also not having to wait on anybody.
Love is having conversations at dinner and not sitting silently
But I’m sorry daddy I can’t wait for you anymore
For while I’m waiting my heart is breaking.
Always promising everything will be different the next time I came.
Lake front house, boats, trips on the lake
But the reality is I get an old smokey teddy near your ex gave back
It’s not the the things that make me love you daddy,
It’s just you
But that’s one thing I can never have
Your demons are big
And so are mine, but you would never know cause you’ve never tired.
Everything you do is to clear the guilt, but never really making the effort.
Now my eyes are burning, my soul hollow
And I’m sorry that I just can’t wait for you to be at, my graduation, to protect me from my crazy mother, or save me from my abusive step father.
I can’t wait for you to avenge my heart break.
So I’ve learnt to do that for myself
When I was little, I thought if I waited maybe you would show up
That girl didn’t know any better
And I want you to know I will always love you
Even though you don’t know how to love back
But I can’t wait anymore
I’m stronger than that
I’m strong enough to live without your heart break
I’m not angry
I wish you could understand
I wish I could make you care
Goodbye daddy
Thank you for teaching me love will never really be there
Goodbye daddy
Don’t say I never tired
Goodbye daddy
I mean it this time.
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