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gotta write
can't write
no time
gotta work
can't stop
too much to do
i can feel it
building up
hard up
hard time
hard line
hard night
coiled wire muscles
stretched tight twang
reverb spinal twitch
sets one eyelid going off
fluttering to start a hurricane
and the whole of it unravels
unless
i can get it out
get it out
get it all out of me
and onto paper
into screen
out to hivemind
out of me
out of me
out of me
one fibrous thread of
twisted steel at a time
all i need
is just a little more time
and a little room to bleed
Salt.
Running from my eyes and my nose.
Salt.
Flowing down a stream of my woes.
Salt.
Touching my lips, burning my irises
Drying and cracking
My face.
A too-familiar taste.
Salt.
 Jun 2013 Kyleigh Anne
Crystal S
You rarely think
About the lives of construction workers
Janitors, manual laborers

But then
You meet a woman who belongs to this world

You can see the dampened hope in her eyes
But behind that
The fiery determination shines
To give to her loved ones the life she could not have

She lights up when you speak to her

Her words tumble out, she looks
Relieved

Almost as if by expressing these ideas
She releases some unknown pressure from inside

You leave her then
Astounded, honored

But it is she who attempts to meet your gaze every time you see her next
As if to thank you for acknowledging her existence

But it is you who feels grateful
I'm dying.
Every minute that passes, I am closer to death.
I withdraw into myself.
Shut the world out
As I hide in my room.
The fire in my eyes has
died.
No one see's me falling apart.
The happy girl routine is getting
To be to hard to keep up.
No one wants to deal with
The ****** up, depressed,
Broken girl I've turned into.
Tick, tock
**It ends tonight.
Love that is given, can
never be taken back.
Be every careful where
you place your heart.
For it is your heart, that
leads to your soul.
Always remember you
only have one heart
and one soul, for if you
ever give them away.
Make sure the receiver
of this precious gift.
Will always treat them
with love and care.
For my tall dark and handsome man.
An image imbedded both of my brains prefer.
You are the perfect product of the two.
You are the reflected visual of my creative side.
As it is a treat of my intellectual mind.
A tangible entity that holds my sanity.
An exclusive blend, an ideal manifestation.
My perfect tall dark handsome man.
Once I woke to find my knight,
  at first sign of morning light,
  lying softly in the sun's first rays.

Quietly I lie in wonder,
  watching as my thoughts did ponder
  as the light against his face did play

While my mind repeated lowly,
  I began to listen slowly,
  to its crisp and clear refrain;

Take this one and let him know
  how it is your love has grown
  and let him wipe away your years of pain.
All poems are copy written and sole property of Vicki Kralapp.
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