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later
i'll tell you later
not now
not in two minutes
later
why?
because now
i am not stable
later
maybe i will be
or maybe i won't?
but maybe i will
later
i'll tell you
later
when my head is ******* on the right way and the world stops spinning so quickly
later
i won't forget, i promise
i'll tell you later
 Oct 2014 Harly Coward
Rj
11:23
 Oct 2014 Harly Coward
Rj
It's 11:23 I'm barely awake
I'm going to write what comes to my mind
Brainstorming is easy
I need a hand to hold
Please someone come watch
Adventure time with me
I know my mom doesn't like me
I wonder if my parents truly think I'm ugly?
Tears are coming out if my eyes
Is crying a normality now?
My head hurts from math
Spooning is also fun
How am I datable?
Oh wait I'm not
Why am I not?
Because I made myself not able to be
Can I make myself datable again?
I think I should learn to love myself
Before I let others love me
I want to get drunk
And do fun ****
**** I used to do last year
Im sleepy
I was half sleeping when I wrote this
 Oct 2014 Harly Coward
Haydn Swan
What is it we see and so often despise,
when we view ourselves using only the eyes,
that distorted image inside our head,
the old snakes skin that we’d like to shed,

dare we look from behind the frame,
beyond the self-loathing, repulsion and shame,
our vesture is woven from the beauty inside,
so take on its mantel and wear it with pride.
I wrote this for anyone who struggles with accepting how they see themselves in the mirror, which is often very different to how others see us.  It sounds like a cliche but beauty really is what we are on the inside.
 Oct 2014 Harly Coward
Haydn Swan
Cigarettes and alibis,
purple turtles, little white lies,
see you fall on a silver screen,
a living testament of all that’s been,

caught your tears in a bottle of rye,
never ever seen a crocodile cry,
storms a brewing in an old tea cup,
stirred up the leafs, our time is up.
disintegrating relationships
My hands are raw and cracked like wind and wood,
My arms, they sway and dance all day in my boat,
My neck is sore from watching you, above me play,
You, great mountains of tree and stone, give me hope.
With eyes on sunset,
In vast horizons we fell,
  .  .  .  Love set fires to sea.
 Oct 2014 Harly Coward
r
canyon wren
sings her sweet song
perched upon
the piñon-

for my love
who lies beneath-
the cottonwood
twee twee twee
tsheeeeee.

:)

r ~ 10/3/14
\¥/\
  |.     song of the canyon wren
/ \
 Oct 2014 Harly Coward
r
genesis
 Oct 2014 Harly Coward
r
first love, a blue coyote-
- first heart, a red red moon

first day's not dawned-
love sings a song
a'top a desert dune

genesis of loneliness-
indigenous to wistfulness
- first cry of love
against the first night sky

blue coyote sings
to a red red moon.

r ~ 10/3/14
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  |    blue coyote • red moon bm
/ \
http://hellopoetry.com/collection/7717/blue-mesa-collection/
I can still taste the
blackened ash on my burnt lips
left by three coarse words.
Pond lilies basking,
Misty buds of sleepy rain,
  .  .  .  Water envelopes.
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