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 Apr 2016 Sia Jane
Rapunzoll
Faces only remind you of
How lonely you are,
You say you've swam too far
Into the sea of your regrets
That I am your lifeboat
But didn't you hear
I sank long, long ago?

You've been searching
For a new home,
One that doesn't creak
Or shudder at night.
But homes are not people
And your voice cracks
As you point out
There's a welcome mat
By the front door
But I never answer
When you knock.

It's been a while since
I started attracting
Strangers with flashlights
To search me like
A haunted place.
I finally realized they
Were the ones that
Needed scaring away.

It's so odd to think,
You once told me
You saw beauty
In clifftops,
And I thought you
Were talking about
The view.
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 Apr 2016 Sia Jane
Rapunzoll
I stay up for the moons
Quiet gaze
The light by the bedside
Carves shadows of you
Into my bare frame
The air itself is naked
Vulnerable of all scent.
I kissed you thrice,
One on the lips
For devotion,
One on the ribs of
Your teeth,
On the elbow of your
Favourite book.
As all writers do.
I created that arched frame
That pulled your
Tendons tight
To my inked sheets,
Shot you into blind space,
While I teethed on
The bow of your
Fingertips
Our skin tarmac,
There was roadworks
Of our bed.
Toes dancing morbidly
Between bursting stars
While night gulls
And ravens watched
Through the window
Waiting to peck
At the mangled carcass
Of our hearts.
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 Apr 2016 Sia Jane
Rapunzoll
it's nights like this, when we tangle
together like weeds in a seabed of lust
i beg for once, your eyes instead
of your mouth, would confess
how you felt for me.
your lips grow like ivy along the grey
mortar of my spine, your fingers write how
much they don't love me all over my body
and tiny birds take flight from my breath
to be together, is to be apart
when i am with you every word is a mistake,
we press our lips together
harder than we want to press
them against each others mouths
i keep tripping over apologies
and you just want someone who
is steady on their feet
i once knew a boy who told me
he wasn't an artist, but painted
the shores on my cheeks
when he spoke, even the trees leaned
in to hear his beautiful lies
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 Apr 2016 Sia Jane
Mike Hauser
Raised me up, raised me right
On my knees in Glories light
Enlightening of this childish mind
Reaching for the very heights

Raised me tuff, raised me strong
Taught me lessons, right and wrong
Truthful as the day is long
How a Father would a son

Raised me to the tune of truth
A grip so tight it won't shake loose
In all I say and all I do
Raised me to be just like you

Raised me in the thick of things
With the best of up bringings
In what you can and can not see
Raised me right in word and deed

Raised me to a "T" without fault
Raised me in the name of love
Mirror, mirror on the wall
I am my Father after all
 Apr 2016 Sia Jane
Born
She said II
 Apr 2016 Sia Jane
Born
Cry my child, for one does not bury a child without burying a part of one's soul with it.
Cry, for one cannot comprehend the ways of God.
It is for us to wash away our painful confusion  with tears and then to carry on.
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For yesterday is not today and today is not tomorrow
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