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  Nov 2014 Heliza Rose
Fish The Pig
Take me to the city, boy.
Take my hand and drag me along
with nothing but the clothes on my back-
I'm sure we'll be okay.

Take me away to where the lights are pretty
and the noise muffles our voices
and we can swim with the crowds.

Take me where anything is possible,
to where the money and fame
and stress and hectic are.

Take me away to the city, boy.
Take me away from the small town
too far from anything.

Take me from the normal,
from reality.

Take me to the city,
where we can be who we want
and they can't tell us no.

Take me to the city, boy.
we won't have to sleep
and we can keep smiling
and loving
and dreaming
so long as the lights stay on.

Take me to the city, boy.
it's all I've ever wanted.
  Nov 2014 Heliza Rose
WickedHope
It's not that I don't value your words, it's that I can't believe them.
I don't deserve them.
Don't you see how deep my sadness runs inside of me?
The despair I possess -- that possesses me -- is the blackness of my core.
I produce only ruin and darkness.
Not the good kind.
I'm so sorry.
Heliza Rose Nov 2014
The signs are there
My poetry is declining
And so am I
People walk over me
Like a beaten path
In a crumbling forest
And my branches do not shake
The winds do not stir
Nay, my weathered roots
Lay immobile at their feet
They walk all over me,
And I let them.
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