Madeline Cirullo

Madeline Cirullo Mar 2014

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A broken pencil
and some cruel words
a nuisance
an uncomfortable memory of a fantasy
that's all I am
now

Madeline Cirullo Mar 2014

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My pen is running from me
it knows the power it holds
The danger in my hand
that wields it

Madeline Cirullo Mar 2014

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A gargantuan
among flimsy slips
the card
Where the world was dropped

Madeline Cirullo Mar 2014

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You missed your chance
his ears were free
But you hid silent
under the canvas where he
can't see
and won't want

Madeline Cirullo Mar 2014

All these pages between us
how will I possibly
express my love
that is not the love
You have?

Madeline Cirullo Mar 2014

His presence
begs me to look over
while
the awareness of his presence
Commands I close my eyes

Madeline Cirullo Mar 2014

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Parallels running
stagnant
frozen underneath a bridge
we are unsure where the
water leads
So we watch the light
bounce off it
and theorize