// There are ****** objects
objects designed as *** aids
women for whom *** is paid
then there's you
you who has been used
you who was abused
they stole something that wasn't theirs
what insurmountable cost is it to repair??
they ***** you
but they didn't break you
your spirit is in tact
they can never take that
all they see are your curves
they look they purve
craving forbidden fruit
they don't know the truth
they don't know you
they want the package
when it's the contents that matter
if they only knew the damage
it does to the latter
if only they knew
I know
I see
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She grabbed a can from off the shelf
the only plan to save her health
to get so drunk she could forget the pain
she drowned it once now she will drown again
pulling the only ring she will ever receive
still can't figure out why he had to leave
tipping her neck the amber crawled inside her
the sweet sprawl of ice-cold cider
who needs a man when you've got alcohol
swimming seductively within your soul
man shes glad she didn't breed
all she needs is this bad seed.

I am vacant with my desires
somewhat complacent with what I admire
would a loaf of bread suffice
to hold court beneath the knife
to fill a void to play a part
bread fills the belly not the heart
so I’m left with fleshly urges
my body numb as mind it purges
repetition has become my means
a driven madness by routine
I told myself it all shall pass
but I’ve yet set sight on last
a machine is what I’ve become
a madness beating the same drum
a bandleader I am not
I’m just the words that you forgot
you left them here for me to read
on your pastures I gently feed
but what is a man without a mind of his own
what can he reap if his seed wasn’t sown
I will tell you of the weeds that weave
and the words he has that do deceive
a storyteller I’ve become
now my heart has been rendered numb
an ancient vessel who’s lost its way
the winds blow north as the sun does fade
so it’s said that he does sail
towards the sunset where words they fail.

She told me she was heartbroken
that all words that could be said had already been spoken
so I offered her silence, my love, and my kindness
as I knew of her pain
I didn't need her words either she need not explain

Sometimes we break when we leave ourselves open
but we can only grow stronger once we've been broken
for we are not sculptures admired from afar
we are beautiful because of our scars
so witness my bumps and my ridges
each one a story of forgiveness

I surrender myself before you
won't you lay out your pieces
that I may bind then with gold and glue
that I may build you all anew .

There's beauty in the fall
as it stumbles into winter
to hear the jackdaw call
and the trees that slowly splinter
the crispness of leaves
under foot under trees
paints a mottled picture
acorns hang like earrings
such a seasonal fixture
a squirrel darts
from branch to branch
he looks at me
then continues his dance
Yes there's beauty in the fall
as it stumbles into winter
how I feel so small
beneath the trees that splinter