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  Oct 2015 Zuko
princessv
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I wonder whose arms I would run and fall into if I were drunk in a room with everyone I have ever loved
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this includes non romantic love too
friends and such
Zuko Oct 2015
Everyone is an artist in their own right,
I wasn't born an exceptionally good dancer or singer
And I did not possess the skill of drawing either.
But I too was born an artist

I sculpted words into poems and rhymes,
I carved life into their limp bodies,
And I painted pictures of you with these words.
The words placed next to reach other
To compliment the beauty that emanated off you.
I too was an artist.

The words twirled around the page like ballerinas on a stage.
I choreographed a sequence too,
Just so they could move as swiftly as you did.
I too was an artist

I composed symphonies with my words
They sang of your dreamy eyes and beaming smile
The words warmed the soul like sunshine rays,
On winter days.
I too was an artist.
  Oct 2015 Zuko
Sylvia Plath
You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.

Daddy, I have had to **** you.
You died before I had time ----
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one gray toe
Big as a Frisco seal

And a head in the freakish Atlantic
Where it pours bean green over blue
In the waters off the beautiful Nauset.
I used to pray to recover you.
Ach, du.

In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars.
But the name of the town is common.
My ****** friend

Says there are a dozen or two.
So I never could tell where you
Put your foot, your root,
I never could talk to you.
The tongue stuck in my jaw.

It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every German was you.
And the language obscene

An engine, an engine,
Chuffing me off like a Jew.
A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.
I began to talk like a Jew.
I think I may well be a Jew.

The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
Are not very pure or true.
With my gypsy ancestress and my weird luck
And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
I may be a bit of a Jew.

I have always been scared of you,
With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.
And your neat mustache
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You ----

Not God but a *******
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you.

You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man who

Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.

But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue.
And then I knew what to do.
I made a model of you,
A man in black with a Meinkampf look

And a love of the rack and the *****.
And I said I do, I do.
So daddy, I'm finally through.
The black telephone's off at the root,
The voices just can't worm through.

If I've killed one man, I've killed two ----
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.

There's a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagersnever liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you *******, I'm through.
Zuko Sep 2015
you tore down my walls and left me bare
vulnerable to all the vicious glares and spiteful words.
i was a lonely lost soul amongst your effervescent nature

i never was like everyone else
i never wanted to be.

till you laid eyes on my sad soul
and lit a passion that burnt brighter than the sun,
the flames roaring out of my eyes.

i wanted your frenzied nature to rub-off on my nature of scantiness
i never wanted to stay out of your gaze.

your lingering scent still treads in the fabric of my clothes,
my skin accustomed to your trace
in your arms i felt the most alive.

seldom have i asked myself
how could i have possibly fallen in love,
with a mere thought.
  Sep 2015 Zuko
M
one day I'll be the right person at the right time.
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