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 Jan 2014 frivolous treasures
AJ
**** me hard and sweet and look me in the eye as I
Come to the see that being who I want isn't a
Race me to the front steps of our
Home is not always an accurate word for a physical
Place the picture of me in my cap and gown between the past and
The future us will realize that you're never too your for
Love thy neighbor as yourself is really much harder than it
Seems can fall apart but nothing ever stops you from stitching new
Ones enough sometimes, but sometimes four shots seem
Better I tell you I love you now, then wait till
Tomorrow nothing is holding me back from
Living day to day never had much appeal, I'd rather live from me to
You don't see that your daughter is suffocating because you can't let
Go with me to the moon, to the stars, and
Back then, I never really cared.
I still don't.

You can count the stars as many times as you want
But you are the earth and I am the moon.
And I will never stop revolving around you.
there is no sleep for tired eyes
as chance gives way to circumstance
backed into a corner, truth explodes
tainting all that ever was
coloring honesty with doubt
in hues of broken dreams
copyright©PrttyBrd 01/01/2014
I can't bear to explain the
words that might be better left unsaid
trapped in my throat, with a few
letters hanging from my lips like the dark blue
clouds in my mind burning my fingertips
whenever they graze your skin.

Can we just watch the
light from the sun disappear?
can we lie on the roof and gaze at the stars?
can we not leave out anything unsaid
for one night?
Hopefully, these thoughts will
echo past your eyes, dripping with dreadful
shards of my mind. **(c)
This being, is a ghost in wary distance,
Vaguely grotesque,
Obscured and silent,

How could you have seen?
Your future is a foggy vision,

Your life was uncertain,
Your secrets—still hidden,
And your scars remained,
Apprehended,
Souls collided...
I’m running
Through a dense brush
Trees so thick I can’t see ahead
But daylight creeps in
Teasing me
Of salvation, with dehydration

I come to a clearing
Only to face desert
Blazing sun
Blaring noises
In my mind, driving me mad
Propelling my onward
Upward
Crashing back down

Arms outstretched
Soaring in my mind
Never leaving the ground
Feet aching, breathless and enduring
This fatigue

I think I can see the end
Just a line in the sand
This endless desert we cross
Until we close our eyes
That sleep we’ve been hiding from

Wake me up
Lace me up
Mess me up

I’ll just keep going
Until the daylight ends
Along with my lies
Across this terrain to your door

Fed up
Messed up
Please oh please
Knock knock
Open up
Stanza 1
yada, yada, yada
...something clever

Stanza 2
blah, blah, blah
...something sincere

Stanza 3
la, la, la
...something profound

Stanza 4
yeah, yeah, yeah
...something vague

Stanza 5
etc, etc, etc
...something touching

Stanza 6
hmm, hmm, hmm
...something to ponder

Should I post this mess?
...meh...
...deleted it the first time...shouldn't take myself too seriously...so...again...
There's something ecstatic
With the way you dribble your lips,
******* the silken corners of your teeth
Like a mirage of flickering sunbeams
Radiating from the foliage
Of two crimson river beds.

As your hand fumbles
Through your velvet hair
A mercurial hide explodes
Like a figment of the universe
Gateway to the distant worlds
Of wonders left unknown.

Those hazel pair of astral orbs
The origin of stars
Stare through and true
Piercing me without blades
Burning my body petrified
In an ephemeral ecstasy.

My soul flutters with the hymn
Of the fiddling zephyr
That strums to the beat of my heart
A pounce to my seething core
Emancipating a salvo of sensations
To an ethereal phantasm.

A dream that it never was
An episodic tale of this eclectic void
Of twisted reality
That snatches me to the depths
Of my wildest fabrications
A state of lucid insanity.
A piece of longing that pinned by me ....
At the heart that no longer had a side....
Lattice that hard to become a imagination ....
Unfettered grating of heart that getting tired and kept moaning ....

Deep inside my soul implies a scratch wound ....
When the angel that i wish can't afford to carve a smile longingly at the horizon soul ....

Where is the peace that you hide for.... ?
Where is the love hat you intimated.... ?
I'm tired of constantly treading....
Take me to every your wishes....
Don't let your white sheet blank without a love story with me..

Come on.... !
Moving forward and leave the mirage behind....
We're greet the days with love....
We're knitting the bridge of love to warm the soul....

All will be meaning on....
Because i didn't want my days always sore and wrapped by moan....

O desert....
In your desolate, reveal the secret spring of love....
So that i can satisfied this subordination......
Ended this suffering....

I've been long time felt subordination in anxiety....
Loop of time is misleading me to the valley of hesitation....

Endless suffering..
Restless with no direction..

Come on....  !
Lets dance and doing jaunt together with the amours....
Leave the sadness behind....
So that grief never again to come....

Love....   ?
where is the love....  ?
In the bottom of my heart....
I'm still wishing....  !
The rooster does crow at the break of dawn
but five to seven a.m.
is the hours of the dog
"Time to wake up"
Cheerful beyond belief
face in mine
dripping licking tongue
tail wacking the dresser
in perfect time.
Hot breath
not yours not mine
but you know whose.
Through the fog of the mind
knowing it won't stop
until food is served.
I am never that cheerful at sunrise.

Seven to five
the birds and rats
are in their time.
Squirrels chipmunks
deer
everybody working their *** off to survive.
I gotta go to work
Calling in sick every day
But one foot in front of the other
And I am on my way.
The crows line up
on the garbage man's run
The ducks laugh at every move you make
but you take it in stride.

The cows lay down to
take a nap.
But not I.

At about five
The bear comes sauntering down the street
tossing garbage cans
this way and that.
The best part of work is the drive home.
Neighbors come out of their houses
to watch him.
Power and hunger
a dangerous combination
But in a rare moment of neighborly cheer
even a cocktail was had.
He was big he was strong
We gave him a wide berth
but owwed and awed him
along his way like watching fire works.

Five to eight
The hours of the skunk
and you get very cranky
through the PTSD
of a mean and angry father
and tires on the driveway.

As darkness totally sets in
the racoons come out
making mischief on the roof
batty as the bats that flee into my room.
Those racoons
the more you try to
chase them away
the more they come over
to see what your doing.

You look at me and wonder who I am
Sometimes you snuggle up
While the night birds sing.

Three to five
D.H. Lawrence
called the hours of the wolf
when madness and suicide
remorse and dread reign
Blood pressure
at its lowest
Heart rate at its slowest
Breath down
Body temperature as cold as the ground.
Remember to not
take very seriously
what ever you think
until with relief
the sun begins to rise
and doggy smooches
awaken your time. ..
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