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 Feb 2014 Gibson
Sia Jane
Close your eyes, lock the doors,
close your mind, a prison bolt
slam it shut.

Monsters are knocking, haste
harassment, starved,
armies full, of them.

Flood, flushing, drowning
me out, a rat in a gutter
ignoring its snare.

Snarling, wishing to feast, my
blood they so crave, vampires
blood suckers of dusk.

Passing the dis-ease, my
executions pass, the dis-ease
of this very age.

Blood is dripping, empty
carcass stripped bare, feed
from all there is of me.

On the inside, still locked away
my soul was taken, nightly theft
you have all of me, ****** harm.

My soul sits, waiting, as you pass
by my street,
my family clones, embraced at home.

Drink me up, make it quick,
**** me dry,
dear Carmen please don't cry.

It's all an alibi, one that sings,
as a lullaby,
a secret way out.

Passages behind closed, library
doors, caging me, in this
locked out house.

Bourbon and *****, forced,
oozing through, pores
seeping.

Alcohol weeps, tears,
skin cuts, red weapons,
a tyranny of pain.

Veins bleed, from single malt,
monsters watching me, cough
it all up.

Throwing a loop, I allow
them to jump,
through open shoots.

Private nights, protect me
from what I seek,
so desperately, a leak in the system.

A breach in oath, suicide presides,
my life starts to be,
brushed aside.

You made me this way, and I ask
why continue to stay,
you continue to make me pay.

My lover, my friend, my life,
it's nothing more,
than endless strife.

For you,
              for you
                           for you.


                                            I'd do almost anything.

© Sia Jane
Lets say I had a bad night last night and this is what came out of it.

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Winter feather bed
Send me harmony
In the shape of daffodils
Filling the greenery
Singing sweetly spring
Out of its hiding place

Ground to cover
Our wings wiser
Wind of wishing
Warming up as
Chirps demand eyes
Open at early hours

Taking it a step at a time
Light headed dizzy wit
Silver side glances
Meander to the bathroom
Relieve myself , head back to bed
Taking it step by step
Replaying the past in my head
The night I let you in, and how did I?
How easy it was, to forgive and trust
never again, fear no serpents in my bed
addicted to the feeling of connection

My trauma filled heart- invaded in seconds
Thorns stripped away, thickness of your skin
Roses with bleeding peddles, persuading me
To stay in this feeling of false harmony,
How deaf am I?

Pretty ******* deaf
I didnt hear them knocking at the door
How dead am I?
Just dead enough to wait for them
To relocate your pale body before
Your soul drifts though the ceiling.  

So when we grow up
maybe or not
maybe you won't notice
But maybe you will
                                    do me the decency
Of letting me know you are alive
And that you knew what you wanted?
 Jan 2014 Gibson
Redshift
when my dad cries he can't talk.
there's a pregnant silence while he whistles air through his pursed lips
trying to catch onto words.
a slight wheeze
a reoccurring clearing of the throat
as if this would distract you from what was happening -

when my dad cries
he can't talk;
he doesn't cry very often.
when i cry
all i do is talk

i am still my mother.
 Jan 2014 Gibson
The Noose
Awakened mind
Body trapped
In reduced consciousness
Laying in a comatose state
Stitched to the mattress
Frozen
Cannot speak
Cannot scream

Repressed hysteria
Suffocating
Under the weight
Of the invisible intruder
The presence
Anchoring me down
Obstructing my breathing

Dark shadows
Dancing
By the chest of ****** drawers
An apparition of a bearded ******
Standing at the edge of the bed
Appears
Dark particles of fabric fill my eyes
I fight the fight
This shall not be my demise
Wake me up
I will die another day.
This horrendous phenomenon
Paranormal? Biological?
A question for the ages.
Be on the ambiance
Beyond the ambulance
Free on the other wind
Bleed out the open wound
Beast our burden open wine
Ticking clocks seizing
Second hand sinking
Serenade the sadness
 Dec 2013 Gibson
Hayley Schiete
i've always been afraid of butterflies
since i was a young girl
in my grandmother's backyard
i'd run and scream
from the delicate bug
that got anywhere near my hair
i've always been afraid of butterflies
since i was a young girl
but i'm older now
in my grandmother's backyard
i'm silent and still
letting the delicate bug
flutter in my stomach
while you play with my hair
From the 1st of June.
i need you like i need the paint that runs through my veins
and keeps my cheeks colored
to spew onto canvases
 Nov 2013 Gibson
wandabitch
The taste is bitter the luck grows thinner, and doubt fills every pore.
Am I to bold to fear the adventures you seek
Outside of gas and heat.

Be wise be free be wild be Natalie.
I know dear friend, I'll see you again.

Revised...

:) you sneaky little *****.
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