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 Nov 2010 Cecilia
D Conors
no reason
 Nov 2010 Cecilia
D Conors
the first thing i do
when i wake up
in the morning
is cry

the last thing i do
when i go to bed
at night
is cry

there are times
i do not count
anymore
during those times
in between
i cry

now i cry
and i no longer
no why
because there's
no reason
to cry
when there's
no
reason
d.
07 nov. 10
 Oct 2010 Cecilia
B T
Something New
 Oct 2010 Cecilia
B T
My heart is running,
sprinting, chasing,
after yours.

Find myself smiling,
whenever I think of you.
When not with you,
my heart beats with loneliness.

Something New,
New Love.
The woman poured herself another glass of wine,
Like another night alone.
The house was empty,
And the humming of the dishwasher bounced off the walls.
She sat by the window and pulled the black heels off her feet.
This was beginning to get old.
People outside paced in pairs.
Her house was dark.
The only light came from the kitchen,
glowing out to the adjacent ro0m.
She sipped at her wine, and rested the glass on her knee.
With an exasperated sigh,
She threw the wine glass against the opposite wall.
The glass flew, sparkling in the dim light
And merlot ran down the white wall.
She dusted off her hands, and undressed silently.
In the bathroom, she started water for a shower.
In silence, once again, she stood under the rush of water.
An hour's time went by, and the water was shut off.
Without bothering to dry herself, she stepped out,
And fell into bed.
 Sep 2010 Cecilia
McCaslin
Crutch
 Sep 2010 Cecilia
McCaslin
I will hold you up
On your feet
Head and shoulders
You shall stand
Above those like you
And an angel falls
From the heavens
Broken wings and bones
I shall be
As broken as I am
The lowly Crutch
To heal your wounds
And mend your wings
So you can fly
And leave me behind
No matter what we think we are not men of steel.
beige and brown cargo pants over her freshly shaven legs
breakfast for the morning, burnt toast and scrambled eggs
took a walk downtown, enjoyed the scene
trees shaking from the wind, sea is acting mean
left foot, right foot, the coffee shop she goes
blue eyes, pale skin appear behind the soft, white flakes of snow
frozen movements of lips, heart beats racing on the track
wanting to scream like you just stepped on a tac
imprints of feet leaning in the opposite direction
passing each other by remembering their special affection
drops a tear from her left eye then her right
tries to cover it up, holds her hands over her face tight
him and her, mac and cheese, has been finished
supercalifragilisticexpiala..diminished.
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