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 Jan 2014 Devon Clarke
Dánï
When nothing is right,
When you fall because you are too scared of the height.
When wrong thinks you are bait,
When the people you need become people you hate.
When he holds you too close for comfort,
When you try to be strong though you are hurt.
When you are forced to care,
When daddy isn't there.
When you feel all ******* & bound;
When your heart just pounds and pounds,
When the tears come streaming down.
When mommy is too scarred to be rational,
When you wish you were supernatural .
When the chalk becomes a sword,
When your body becomes the board.
When your thoughts are spacebound,
When your voice is never loud.
When you are just a toy on a shelf,
You can't help but want to free yourself.
-d.***
Sunshine that breaks through the clouds of grey

Come
Bring hope into my soul again

Sun shine in the sky above
Brings us to a bright new day

Sun shining brightness of golden face
Smile down upon broken disgrace

Into my soul once more
Sun shining bright
Let me bathe in your golden dreams

Sun shining bright
Sun shines right

Sunshine that brightens your weary face
Enters your eyes, leaves a golden trace

Sunshine that fills the holes in your soul
Sun shine smile your golden grace

Your golden face
Sun shine
Sun shine
Sun shine
Flash of neon signs that pulse blood of glossy lies.
Veins throb and quiver as they deliver food for hungry eyes
Red, Yellow, Turquoise, Razzmatazz feed the impulse of masses
Colors plaster empty faces filling them with alien light

Inside a flame flickers barley bright.
Dying now the last of an ancient rite
Slowly grasping for one last breath
Flickers madly, soft with regret
A cavern, now dark and hollow
Echoes what had once past followed
To be filled now with some new fictive light
Guided only by false color and artificial sight
Now they have lost their light

Bright lights shine lies to eagerly empty masses
Lips contract and speak false colors of satisfaction
Cacophony of humms and buzzes spread like molasses
Eternal night has set upon this mankind
They say ignorance is bliss
But for a world full of ignorant people
Everyone's sure uptight
 Jan 2014 Devon Clarke
Sari Sups
Unfortunately blessed
with bleeding hips and pink lips.
Nothing but gravity to
break our fall.

Even the ground we walk on
split apart to show us,
that our hearts are mended
to love but one.

An eternity of courts and palaces,
cannot prove that we are wrong,
yet their stained glasses say,
that we will never happen.

I wish with every part of me,
that we could race and find ourselves
untouched by the society's settlements.
But they brought us up.

And now we have chosen
never to let our rays touch,
we only watch each others light from afar,
hoping that we'd be recognized as a constellation.
 Jan 2014 Devon Clarke
Sari Sups
One spoon of cough syrup*

              Pour
   Lines pulled against
         the currents,
like the strings of my day
      and you have set
       underneath my
            horizon;
    flares of your colors
         settling into
           my earth.
                                                     Taste
                                          Read my eyes and
                                             longing looks.
                                      Find the nerve behind
                                           the trail of scarlet
                                          and embrace your
                                           lingering shadow
                                         the one I've learned
                                                  to love.                                            

          Swallow                                          ­                                                  
   Cling to my desire                                                           ­                              
 and entangle yourself
         once more
don't struggle instead
     press your bones
        into my grave
   and bury me in your
         flesh of broken
                dreams.
                                  ­                                                                 ­                                                             Repeat
                                         ­       Defrost your denied
                                                         approval in
                                                         my warmth
                                                     and wrap me in
                                                           attention.
                                                      ­ Turn me into
                                                  your poison apple
                                                and sink your heart
                                                  deep into my core.
 Jan 2014 Devon Clarke
Sari Sups
I want to tell you I could love you.
I could make you happy.
I could make you fall apart on the
bedroom floor,
helplessly and desperately proclaiming
that our love was more
than the nights of
raised arms and oceans of threatening depths.

But fifteen is an age when all of this
is just a dream,
a cliff where the jump is even more
dangerous than everyone says it to be.
Fifteen is the age when I believe,
that my hands have grown rough enough
to take yours
and maturity and age
have always been our similarity.
But fifteen is just another name for
"You're too young."

I cannot promise you that a wedding ring
would worth more than
the freedom to love the women
of taller heights and wider hips
for their lipstick is much darker
than the lip balm I use to
smoothen the dried skin.

For I do not know what it is like
to slide the glass between my fingers
and to taste the golden bubbles
freeze my teeth.

I do not know how to light a cigarette
or how to inhale the scent and death of rebellion.
I do not know how to let the ashes fall
unto the tray without burning my skin
and dirtying my nails.

I do not know how to make you want me,
how to dress and turn my curves
into mountains you wish to explore.
I do not know how to turn my tongue
into a weapon much deadlier
than the wind.
I do not know how to make you
feel beautiful.

So with all of the worlds streets, corners and
dimly lit bars,
I am nothing but a little pigtailed girl
with a lollipop in one hand and a poorly written
love note in the other.
And there you are,
as tall and as handsome as I've always seen
you as
with no time to look down,
only straight ahead.

But I guess, thats okay.
The heels would never have fit me anyway.
 Jan 2014 Devon Clarke
Sari Sups
I’ve learned
to
Swallow
More than bitter wine
And the salt in my tears.
I’ve learned to swallow
Your lies.
 Jan 2014 Devon Clarke
sadboy
never knew all this time
your curiosity for me
was just as much as mine was for you
when the lights are off
and the doors are closed
you're in my fantasies
we're in your car
you are aggressive in them
i knew it could never happen
until you said that
in your condo to me
you're out of state
where are you
now that you want me
i need you so bad
i'm a *****
for wanting the boy that someone has claimed
but the boy doesn't claim them
the secret affair has begun
never to leave the bed
our lips will be sealed
and our tongues will be at war
and our hands will explore
every part of each other's bodies
and you'll bite my neck
just like i've been waiting for
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