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 Jan 2014 Dag J
M
I am a creature of the night.

The stars and moon call to me.
Silently babbling promises.
The moon dances across the sky,
All the while Orion poses.
I hear an owl, calling for a mate.
Hearing no others, i call to it.
Calling from on wing, he comes closer.
I speak his language, he becomes curious.
The night whispers, tells me what to say.
"I'm here."
"You're not alone."
"Come visit with me."
The owl answers back.
"Who?"
I speak his tongue,
I make my case.
"I will be your friend this night."
"I can keep you company."
"Come closer."
The owl is closer,
yet still unseen.
"Who?"
I look for hos shadow,
I search the trees.
"Come, sing to me with limited words."
"We can talk of life, and death if you wish."
"Fill my ears with your story."
He answers,
I track his calls to a nearby branch.
"Who?"
I look up to him,
There, I see him.
I smile.
Incline my head to him in greeting.
"I understand your loneliness."
"I hear it in your call."
"She will be waiting for you."
He, in turn, inclines his head.
"Who?"
I smile and shake my head.
"Listen for her."
"She is there."
In the distance another owl calls.
"Who?"
 Jan 2014 Dag J
M
Sweet dreams
 Jan 2014 Dag J
M
I dreamt of you,
From the outside looking in.
Your body over mine,
Your touch on my skin.
You touched, I trembled.
You tasted. I stir.
My dream, so vivid
My dream, divine.
Your hands in my hair,
Your body on mine.
I swear i can feel you,
I know you're not there.
The sun parts my lashes
I wish day were night.
I long again for sleep,
For the feel of tonight.
 Jan 2014 Dag J
lina S
They keep talking
As I try so hard to
be considerate    

I'm looking at you
But honestly I'm not
L i s t e n i n g

            What are you saying              
Why the **** am I here
You're ******* lame
And The sound of
your voice
is echoing in my brain  
It's torture
like the sound of

fingernails slowly scratching a chalkboard  

I'm not better I'm lame too
And I'm being mean right now
I'm  heartless right now  
And I kinda hate you too
But it probably doesn't matter
Right now nothing really matters

Cause I'm messed up inside
I don't know how this happened

I wish I was more alive    
But my disintrest in
most things I'm trying to hide
Is now peaking outside

I wish I could listen
Maybe if I fake it well enough
I might be able to fit in

But I'm a prisoner of my own prison  

I don't know how real I can be

I don't know what will ever intrest me

I don't know if I'll ever fall inlove  

I don't know if I'll ever

**listen..
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