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 Sep 2011 Rickie Louis
JW Carter
They told me way too long
So I tried to make it short,
I shrank and shrank and shrank
     so very small.

They took away my feet
and then my ankles
then my knees,
Till not very much was left of me
     at all.

They told me take out bulk
That all it was was outside hulk
So I grew thin and frail and slender
   and see-through,

Until I couldn’t see me
without my confidence receeding;
I disappear sideways,
Do I look good enough for you?

They told me take out words
So I took out words and words
And I stole my broken grammar
     hardly sense bones.

They told me too many letters
I wrote to you, too many letters
Letters with only one address:
     living room floor,

But I felt they were at home
replacing ground with styrofoam
that came out of my mouth,
     my hollow core.

So I let them steal my letters
Let them rip and burn my letters
They tore my tiny heart out;
    left askew
They took away those letters
almost every ******* letter,
Until the only thing they left behind
     was U.
 Sep 2011 Rickie Louis
Elisa
I see it as precious this beauty
expression is futile, outspoken yet soft
I laugh out loud for my spirit
the only thing that matters
why are you set on this hypocracy
all the rest like you are the same
give the furrow a break, it makes
for a tortorous day
must you be obnoxious,
or fake with hands
its toxic why exhaust you
understand the real beauty
soften your heart uplifting tongues
outsmarting ties and bars

let it out soft,
let it out soft
live your life
How can I learn how to fly
When all the sky
Belongs to you?

How can I learn how to speak
When all the words seek
You and only you?

How can I learn how to smile
When all the reasons to cry
Are coming from you?

How should I know
When it's time to laugh,
When enough is enough,
When time is a serious bluff?

You smile, talk then grow
Words hidden in a cough.
Decissions, questions, start over -
Grab my hand, again then hover;
Games and dices in your net,
A vivid lie it's all I get.

How can I be
What you want me to be?
I have my own words, you see:
I can't become the allured sea
In a plain desert of thee.
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