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~The sting of reality hits me square on the chin,
and these four cold walls keep closing in.
I'm gonna leave this old town,
I wanna leave it today.
Give me ten thousand balloons
and I'll fly away.

Over these crumbling chimneys,
and these sun cracked tiles.
Beyond the sea of heartache
and those faking their smiles.

I'd surely leave tonight,
I don't even care if the sky is gray.
Give me ten thousand balloons
and I'll fly away.~





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There is a time to leave

And a time to grieve

There is a time to love

A time to pray above



And there is time for me

A time for your lover to see

There is a time to cry

And there will come a time to die



And a time to read what I write

A time to have to fight

A time for children to play

Always a time for being with you today



But give me more time tonight my sweet

More time for my heart to beat

That more time to admire you

The time I want to desire you



But time is passing me by

Time always seems to fly

This poem is for all of you out there

All who I desire and admire, take care

Drink and dance and laugh and lie,
  Love, the reeling midnight through,
For tomorrow we shall die!
  (But, alas, we never do.)

Silently she sleeps alone in her dreams

Is it here I exist or am I a myth

Illusions are real as I lay by her side

Yet tonight I felt lost the fires have died

The room where we loved no longer feels warm

Our once flowering bed now ravaged by thorns

My head lays in nettles my limbs upon weeds

And still she sleeps alone in her dreams


I watch her breathe she murmurs she moans

There are two in this bed but one is alone

Her mind is her secret kept hidden from me

Her words are like legends in stories she weaves

But words are not spoken when love is not real

Truths are kept secret and never revealed

A tear gently forms to run down my cheek

And still she sleeps alone in her dreams

We were stumbling
trudging fudging
falling
through the open sesame springtime
weeds come up with their wisdom
of the world below
hold on, grasping gasping
chokehold on their world before
do we tug hard enough,
or do they finally give up?
"Belonging" is only a relative term
We all belong to something
our hearts, our bodies
are bound by expectations
Do we live to function
or function to live?
Every **** has its own
greater good.

A kiss entwines the souls of two
A kiss says I love you
A kiss brings two people together
A kiss says no matter, whatever
A kiss binds friendships forever
A kiss says I’ll be back, whenever
A kiss creates the longing of two
who have traveled together
the journey of life and demands that
the lips that kissed shall, no, MUST
embrace each other once more..

By shaqila
December 2001