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Within the starlight gaze
grow shrooms below
lightly decorating
the silent grove
filling a place of beauty
with a touch of mystery
and gently covering the dirt
 Feb 2014 Jessica Pfeiffer
Ghazal
Hoping to catch your eye
Circling around you, oh my
Butterfly, butterfly, come into the light
Oh, what a beautiful sight
I'm walking around in a endless circle
No longer breathing my face is now purple
It seems as if my struggle is eternal
Immortal
I'm falling
I try to catch myself and fail
I try to continue but always bail
If I'm not good enough for anyone
How could I be good enough for myself
Living day by day in my own personal hell
Reach out for help and it's only temporary
Shivering in my skin high
I'll **** myself if you dare me
Am I crazy or ****** up
Is there a difference?
I'm afraid I'm out of luck
Lacking brilliance
My soul and mind have to much difference
So far apart not an ounce of clearness
Mentally exhausted I have no interest
My heart is closing up, someone help
I'm falling apart, someone help
I can't go on, someone help
I want to die, someone help
And once again
No help in hell
Humble lost to Ego
Ego made him cry
Humble only wants to live
But Ego wants to die
of which
is humor
and of
which is
life
that our
dry mouths
gape
at the beauty
of death?  
old princesses
and young
hobgoblins
will
laugh at
our
naiveté
that imitates
picnic blankets
and checker boards.
"Many perished
precisely
because
they were young
and beautiful."

Andre Breton
laughs
with our age
and our age
laughs
at time
and time laughs
at half
played grand pianos
and full moons
and they laugh
at our fingers
which fumble
at life
and life
fumbles through
humor.

of which is humor
and of
which is life
we wonder
as water clogged
ears strain to
hear.
or listen?
Inspired by the great Andre Breton's book Dark Humor
easy come, easy go
all of you

you think you know
just what you do
but you don't

i long to be
not felt
but touched
not just heard
but listened to
not just convenient
but important
not just another
but the one

someone will save me, someday
when i have stopped
hurting.
 Feb 2014 Jessica Pfeiffer
Helen
stand up at the podium
and tell everyone
I was mad

there was not a single cell
in her body that was sane


*Each molecule was rabid
Each word out of the mouth
breathed in another's pain,
another's thoughts, another's foot
another's absolute, down to Earth
truth

She gladly swallowed razor blades
and never once, coughed up blood
She sought to hold all pain
beneath a heart that would never gain
truth

She was insane

Truth
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