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I wish for one thing only: wings
Why wings, you ask?
Well, they've so much to offer
I wish for wings to fly
To soar through the clouds
To dance circles around you
To fly closer to you
I wish for wings to embrace
To shelter myself when I'm lonely
To hold you closer when we hug
To shield our kisses from prying eyes
I wish for wings to love
To caress your cheeks with wingtips
To tickle friends with feather touches
To brush snow and leaves from your grave
I wish for wings to be strong
To help me flee those who hurt
To comfort myself with their presence
To remind people that angels do exist
Not really for any one person other than myself. It's kind of for everyone; those I love romantically and platonically and familially(?) For those here and those gone.
She is a trouble maker, they say
She smokes and sneaks out at night to see her boyfriend
She drinks too much and doesn't say where she's been
She says bad words and never listens
She is a headache and doesn't appreciate
What she is given

Some say not to be so ******* her
She was abandoned, after all
Her mother didn't want her

But what they don't realize
What nobody seems to realize

Is that she doesn't need pity or sympathy
She doesn't need judgement or apathy

What she needs
I do not know

But maybe, what would help

Is if someone took the time to hang out with her
To take her to lunch and not judge her
To ask what's going on, and listen
Not give advice, but just listen

And ask questions

To be kind

To give her love

Show her

And not expect anything in return

To show her whatever she does, wherever she goes,

She is loved, and she is special.

And isn't that what

We all need?
Why do you* love
                       Something that only makes you cry.
Why do you ignore
                      The voice that lingers to say goodbye.


How do you ****
                       Something that is not alive .
How do you extinguish
                       The flames that oozes from the eye.


What do you wish
                      To see in the shadows, the memories cast.
What do you hope
                       To gain by dwelling on the past.


Where do you find
                       The strength to escape the ratchet quicksand.
Where do you** go
                       Once you are out and are standing on solid land.
Here I am
Sitting by my little
Ocean in the woods
Dead still leaves
Are all around me
It’s my punishment
For not saying sorry
Or getting out of
The tree, the tree
&
Staying dizzy
In these great
Astral weeks
That just never seem to end
Just then, just then
You step in and
Turn me inside out

To have me be born again
A small steel voice
To steal small red kisses
Straight off of your salty, sweet lips

The crystal ship
Is laying still off shore
In the Gulf of your heart
I’m lying low, scared, in the grass
To try and not scare you away

Little blue dream
Make it seem like the
Real thing, sweet thing
Make me remember
You this year

This week
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