I don't know why I feel like a grenade
Never stocked explosives inside;
Never once ignited my name,
Not intentionally--
But, still--
When you come in to meet me,
Oh--
What a thrill!
Threw yourself in a warzone
And I'm staggering, still--
Crashing through Life with a God-given will,
-- God-given?,
Or God-foresaken?
Or *******.
I stumble through time with a rifle for a hand,
And a stone-throwing gaze
And a mind that's a maze
Of trench warfare
Or, if I'm lucky,
Hills.
From which I shoot---
Dear, keep on walking my way,
One day
I'm bound to hit you.

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HidE BeNeAth The HiDe
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SPiN
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Forgive me-
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ForGet Me, oH foRget me.
Please,
Forget me.
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Spin,
Spin,
Spin.

I miss the girl
The girl with the lace and the curls
The girl with the long, black eyelashes and painted cheeks.

I know that she
Never really existed
Just an illusion that glistens
On the fog of unkempt dreams,

But sometimes I still miss her
Because I wish that she
Were me.

Locks
The Chains
Hold me Down

What A Heavy
Petulance
All-Important
Chastening
Embrace-Protect
The Object

i sit waiting
begging the rust
Time's smooth Decay

We are all just taking steps
Toward whom it is
We long to be:

We're only trying to be ourselves
The best we can
Full, whole,
Unbroken--

I do not think
my journey
Is so very Different
from Yours.

The feel behind your eyes
when you're about to cry
Of sadness, joy, or doubt.
The way a breath seeps in
And settles out
a lung
The way a finger bends
Where every digit ends
The tightening of lips,
The aging of the young
The fact that feet have toes
and arch,
and soles.
The scent of rotting leaves
that rides upon the breeze,
which in winter nips the nose.
A footstep's changing sound
while crossing changing ground--
The height to which grass grows,
a tree with sturdy
Trunk and bows.
The fact that I'm so small
I am nothing at all --
The billions of stars
Minuscule and distant-
Whose shear tiny size
Trump my grand existence --

In the end
I am nothing but what I said
And what I didn't.