Did you forget all of me was inside you? I only used your holes for my spare parts At first-until each ounce I extracted Now, looking in the mirror asking-who? I think I lost myself inside of you I can't retrieve now that you've retracted You've broken me with your breach of contract I used to see color, now only blue. Love or life, I wonder which is the greater loss? Is ownership a prerequisite of grief? If so, my pain I am not entitled. Although relieved I am of albatross I'm now racked with curs'd thoughts of that thief Alone, sans my resource for survival.
written in the perspective of Blanche Dubois, "A Streetcar Named Desire"
Listening to Arcade Fire’s Milk and Honey, I am slowly drowning in a sea of memories and melancholic images of things I’ve always wanted but will probably never have. My body soaked in bubbling foam, lying on the border of wet and dry sand, softly being kissed by a morning suns warmth after having been brought back to shore by the same waves that dragged me out
Look who stole you from your rest ... And in believing, we cheated death
September's fall is warm and crisp, on the road and on the path I could make you an empath.
What do you owe me and I owe you, Or do we own it all collectively? I'm not a healer Let's forget about the stealers I thus am nearing apogee. Have to write this poem for you. And me ...
Introducing all that blooms into our home. While the tribal does a dance of revival And we're harvesting (what's sown).
When I see you through the windows open wide, A watched *** never boils. But 7 kettles resonates. We all go away some times, But your picture's in my mind so when I'm many metres away Even then, I cannot stray I go and climb the tallest tree. I sit and wait for you and me.
Introducing empathy Introducing empathy Introducing ... you and me
The Rheostatics, because they bring all their equipment on the bus.