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Blue bird, you sing
a fine song sans meaning.
*When meaning is within,
why try to find elsewhere?
Like a popcicle,
Like an ice-cube
& Like a snowflake
all dropped onto the pavement
in the summer sun,
We too melted away
into
A Sticky, sugary mess
A useless puddle of tasteless water
A drop of wasted pure white beauty.
Just like the popcicle,
the ice-cube
& the snowflake
We melted into Oblivion.
Opinions, ideas and feedback would be appreciated.
Whoever thought you could find such freedom
hidden in a steel cage?
The wind yelling in your ears?
The unearthly-
******* roar of the engine?

Speeding up to make a vain attempt
to catch your breath.
Scream your ecstasy
into the blurred images.

And all at once,
a heartbeat stops as the brakes squeal.
****** about
in and out
of your seat so fast
you get whiplash.

But the ache you feel later
reminds you of the pleasure of the chase.
To the end of the earth, we tread.
A million miles pressed into our feet.
It ends here, where you rest your head,
weary and worn with defeat.

This landscape challenges all sanity.
Against the rocks, an intrinsic glare.
This is the end of all humanity
where your weight is mine to bear.
© Kayleigh Redwine January 10th, 2011
Peel away my face.
Navigate. Search. Delve.
I want you to tear me to shreds.
Leave my parts on the floor.
Examine them.
And most importantly,
tell me what you see.
© Kayleigh Redwine August 16th, 2010
I carried my head on a spit,
I saw my beauty til my head got dizzy
and I made it back alive.
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