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They dont make it
the beautiful die in flame-
sucide pills,rat poison,rope what-
ever...
they rip their arms off,
throw themselves out of windows,
they pull their eyes out of the sockets,
reject love
reject hate
reject,reject.

they do'nt make it
the beautiful can't endure,
they are butterflies
they are doves
they are sparrows,
they dont make it.

onetall shot of flame
while the old men play checkers in the park
one flame,one good flame
while the old men play checkers in the park
in the sun.

the beautiful are found in the edge of a room
crumpled into spiders and needles and silence
and we can never understand why they
left,they were so
beautiful.

they dont make it,
the beautiful die young
and leave the ugly to their ugly lives.

lovley and brilliant: life and suidcide and death
as the old men play checkers in the sun
in the park.
 Apr 2014 Taylor St Onge
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Swim
 Apr 2014 Taylor St Onge
r
Somedays, the tide only laughs
at the sandbags we put up.
When the ocean of emotion
breaks with waves above our hearts,
we swim or drown.

The swell of current overrides
and riptides pull us down.
Move parallel to shore against the tide
till firmer ground is found.
Swim.

r ~ 4/6/14
 Apr 2014 Taylor St Onge
Celeste
we wouldn't
feel the pressure
to say the right thing

the symphony of our breathing
intermingling, then synchronizing
becoming one
would speak every word our awkward tongues
are too inexperienced to say
silence can be golden
Your lips
tasted like strawberries
and salt
as they hoisted themselves from the deep and
rammed into mine.

Your lips
tightly sealed at day
never speaking
never laughing
never opening.

But at night
curfew was lifted
your lips were open to anything
cigarettes
*****
pills
tongues
*****.
 Apr 2014 Taylor St Onge
M
11w
 Apr 2014 Taylor St Onge
M
11w
the idea of someone
being in love with me
is laughable
 Apr 2014 Taylor St Onge
BB Tyler
Midday
on a streetlight unlit
a Hawk

the Moon
rings
when the clouds roll over


the smell of broken Earth
the Color on my hands

the sharp and savory
acid scent of Juniper
sprung green from Granite

a pine cone
in the soft, blue alkaline
sweet alpine Water

termite hieroglyphs
drift wood Houses in braille
rough under fingers

sun bleached tree stump
on lake shore stones
one root in the water

Spring sun
snow patches
in tree shade

the lichen bright lime
making patient animals
of old growth Cedars

Fall
from leaf to leaf
the paths of ants

bent over
staring at the Earth
where is this poem?
You are silent
comfort and
koala bears

Wrapping human limbs
around tree limbs

Let's both melt
into this bark
so I can

feel your warmth and
forget about
my troubles
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