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we tint our lips the bleeding red of broken hearts
rouge our cheeks &
scar ourselves with the burnt-black ashes of animal bones
we paint each-others faces with the war-paint of our generation--
adorn our hair with feathers
our hearts with chain metal
and our girlish dreams and expectations with
armor and the arms of one another
because when we wake
the war drums of this night {and our hearts} will be silenced
like the quiet of a strangers house
when the ashes of brilliant fireworks
have settled on tiled roofs
the moans of our prey will be still--
we will wake and creep from their sides
and find each-other  in the sleeping battle field
strewn with our enemies
& walk
hand in hand away from the soulless slumbering masses
your lips drip blood of broken promises from the undeserving, of hearts devoured
and mine are singed and cut from the flames a hundred sips of firewater, heated words shouted and glasses thrown
we will wake and walk away
and be pretty girls in sundresses again
about a "fabulous" fourth of july
 Nov 2012 Ruby Watson
Jerry
Taboo! Taboo!
I love you more than I should.
On the alter of Sin, I forfeit my sole to you!

Why is my love for you Taboo?
Love, so strong in spirit.
Love, so true and fresh.
Join together our flesh, with love & spirit.

How can such love be forbidden?
Natural Love, Innocent Love.
Love, that can not be overridden!

Contentment and happiness, can't be obtained,
While longing for you. If only I could.
Love, never fully expressed, never fully contained.
I love you more than I should.

A normal day, It can not be.
Your essences is constantly with me.
Taboo love for you, from me.

More than normal love,
I am in love with you.
I love you more than I should!

Bitter Sweet, Taboo Love.
Must it, will it, always be Taboo!
 Nov 2012 Ruby Watson
Jerry
I want to write you a poem.
It should be funny and witty!
It will declare our love with a token!
It should be endearing and flirty!
Not at all, *****!
It should be about, You and me!
Could it be possible?
You & Me!
There's a fresh breeze blowing
lightly speckled with a fine rain
as I stand face tilted up receiving it's kisses
smiling thinking of you
your soft breath upon my skin
the moistness of your lips against my cheek
my head tilted back
receiving once more your kisses


whilst smiling.
 Nov 2012 Ruby Watson
Daisy Chain
Awake in the night
and who to call?
The one owl
watches my soul.

It knows silence
Like I know words
it knows smiling
humouring my slurs

Shoo it off I may
With my five fingertips
A stretched hand
once open, now stands.

Denial is funny
the river that never lies
slowly eroding, quietly
painfully clarifies.

Lifetimes and lifetimes
the truth floats by
caressing that simple answer
over the lids of my eyes.

Open them I mustn't
refusing so much to see
Once the water rushes in
  there will be nothing left of me.
 Nov 2012 Ruby Watson
Daisy Chain
falling
              backwards
                     into
             that
abyss

yearing
              scratching
                       that
         distant
surface

wanting
                 beneath
                      all
            that
plastic

give me
              what I need
                       not
            what I
mask it

understand me
                    somehow
                            then teach
             me
how

drowning
                  slowly
                            carry me
     out
The traditional Christmas Windows of Wonder
Were set to be unveiled at five
This meant to the children and parents
That Santa was set to arrive

Each year on the eve of the annual parade
All the stores in downtown did display
their annual Windows of Wonder
And the town was abuzz all the day

Children staring, windows frosting
Their mouths open wide like their eyes
Christmas was captured in an 8 by 10 box
With gifts piled up to the skies

Christmas presents of every sort
Trees and tinsel, lights and *****
Children staring, frozen stiff
Christmas wishes behind plate glass walls

Parents and children watched the parade
Waiting for Santa to come
In between all the floats, there were still the displays
As the children who all stood there numb

Toys and mechanics, robots and dolls
Trains and race cars on tracks
The children all stared and they dreamed of just how
Santa would get all these gifts in his sack

In the midst of the crowd was a blonde, little girl
A good breeze could just blow her away
She'd been hovering there, looking at one small doll
And she'd been there for most of the day

The parade, it passed by, but she never did look
she knew Santa was not here for her
There was only one thing that had captured her heart
And that was the doll, that's for sure

The other kids looked, made their lists in their heads
Ready to tell Santa their list
but, this little girl stood alone from the crowd
She was cold and her cheeks were ice kissed

The parade ended late, and Santa went in
took his chair and he met with the throng
But, this girl stood aside, never moving on up
And the Santa, knew something was wrong

He called her by name, which gave her quite a start
She was scared, but she moved at his call
She sat on his lap, and he reached down behind
And he gave the small girl the small doll

Her face lit the room, more than any display
She said "Santa, just how did you know?"
He said, "Sarah, my dear, it's as plain as can be"
"It's as easy as making it snow"

He put her back down, clutching her doll to her chest
And she walked to the front of the store
but, before she went out, she turned back to say thanks
And where he was, there was Santa no more

Is it magic to think that this Santa was real?
Or did this man know just what he should do?
He made Sarah's Christmas, by giving that doll
And I'm sure he made many more too

The Children of Christmas stare wide eyed all day
Dreaming hard of when Santa will call
But,, off in the corner of the chlly, young crowd
Stands a girl, with her new Christmas doll
Her Handcuffs
jingle
like sleigh bells
as Christmas comes early.
With painted nails
she signed her name
across my back...

Scoring two perfect hearts
intertwined
blood red and throbbing
gently...
 Nov 2012 Ruby Watson
Daisy Chain
Just get out of my chest
you've made yourself a nest
A home where you sit sleeping
unaware of of all that bleeds around you.
My heart is your pillow
resting upon it your head.
My soul is your blanket
my hands are your bed.
You, long forgotten, your home is not your own
It takes me so long
just to feel strong
enough to at least let you sleep
and not disturb you again
continue on, walking
and carry you in my veins.
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