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sun shone down
moon broke away
and spring became a possibility

i spent time wandering the halls
of my mind and my body, up and down
my veins
until i found the oxygen

today i dug my nail into the knuckle
of my pinky finger
for an hour
because without the pain
i kept sliding into grey
amid a room of voices
that i knew i had to listen to

and it's ok, i mean the mark is barely there
but that clarity scared me

i think i'd rather fall asleep
than rely on crushing hard into soft
dead into alive
just to prove dead is alive
no matter how it may feel when untouched

and i have been left untouched for days
so when my heartbeat made itself known today
i was afraid, and i wish i knew
why

sun hid behind the clouds
moon ate at the sky
until there was nothing left
sorry i've been busy, but the poetry's back
 Mar 2014 Wolves and Lilies
Lunar
you, my first happiness
you, my first interest
you, my first smile
you, my first touch
you, my first interlock
you, my first song
you, my first bloom
you, my first embrace
you, my first love
you, my first sun

you, my first fall
you, my first sorry
you, my first ignorance
you, my first tear
you, my first sorrow
you, my first hatred
you, my first wilt
you, my first death

and i, your last moon
Dichotomous mind, making me an idol
then a liar
my mouth should have remained closed
so you could not have reached in
and twisted my tongue
the drama unfolds in passive-aggressive
turning my apology
into Medusa
only reminds me of why I stayed away
it is enough for me to know;
I did not look down on you
and I did not lie
I wish I had the power
To lift this weight
from your shoulders

This weight which
pulls you
like strings

This weight which
likes to
push me away

I am weak
to its unusual and
discouraging strength

With time, I will gain power
you
        can
               be
                    freed
 Mar 2014 Wolves and Lilies
Lunar
he used to be soft
and warm was his heart
when all of a sudden
it turned out to be hard.
it's just that,
he's not a block of ice
which could be melted
with an embrace.
he's a cold stone,
and stones can't melt
only chiseled and hammered,
by someone strong and sharp enough.

but i'm not that someone,
even if i am an artist,
who knows how to sculpt.
i'm not to break down your walls
how could i, with you
standing far, and tall?

but how could you be so,
cold and hard,
yet fragile and breaking,
it frightens me to hold you closer
lest i smother you to death
This view from my window
Its why I moved in

This view from my window
Has kept me in

This view from my window shows a world of hope
This view from my window disables me to cope

This view from my window allows me to stay inside
This view from my window
Allows me to hide

From the ouside world
Im kept safe inside
But it is from my inside that I must hide

Im pushindg and trying to get up and out
From this view from my window
Please let me out

Incapacitated,  rejected, scorned , and deprived
Of what this view from my window has on the other side
its getting dark
the birds are fee
ur standing in front of me
dont know how how happy ud be cos i know how u feel
in this quest of fantasy
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