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he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer
night, running the blade of the knife
under his fingernails, smiling, thinking
of all the letters he had received
telling him that
the way he lived and wrote about
that--
it had kept them going when
all seemed
truly
hopeless.

putting the blade on the table, he
flicked it with a finger
and it whirled
in a flashing circle
under the light.

who the hell is going to save
me? he
thought.

as the knife stopped spinning
the answer came:
you're going to have to
save yourself.

still smiling,
a: he lit a
cigarette
b: he poured
another
drink
c: gave the blade
another
spin.
 May 2014 Kasumi Lorris Grey
Riot
i can't tell you i care
i know you don't
Happiness is what makes you feel alive
Follow your heart
Don't wait for the right place or right time to come
Go out and make things happen
Because life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets
Follow your dreams and aspirations
Be who you really are
Shatter the door and break the bars
Show what you're capable of
Let the world know who you really are
You've got only once chance my friend
Do what makes you feel happy
So you don't rue the time in the end.
Lies are truths we wish
        to hear
Truths are lies we wish
        were real
 May 2014 Kasumi Lorris Grey
r
Measure our nights
by the sighs of the moon.
Count the stars
till we run out of room.
Lie here beside me
'neath the comforting sky.
Make me a pillow
of your warming thighs.
Bring my roar to your lips
as my salt you sip.
Twice kissed silken cries
your wakened delight.
Measure our nights
by slumbering sighs.

r ~ 5/2/14
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        |  
       / \
Your words
don't billow or burst or charge or spill
from your lips

They drip
slow and burning and heavy with color
like candle wax.
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