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48 - Childhood: Tell Metell me again what i once knew
when i was never alone
and you never let me go
tell me what life was like
when the sun bathed in the sea
and the fish danced on the waves
tell me how we used to fly
when the clouds laughed
and the stars kissed our faces
tell me how the horses ran
when the moon was full
and the wind whisked their manes
tell me of the sunsets
when the sea was wine-dark
and your heart was as a bird
tell me how we used to touch the sun's rays
when our dreams were a sweet reality
and time was held in the palms of our hands
43 - Dying: When Youi was dead when you brought me back to life
lost when you found me
broken when you pieced me back together
hurting when you soothed my pain
weeping when you dried my tears
falling when you caught me
lonely when you held me
Clytie and ApolloShe resides on the river bank,
Never leaving as she waits
For the sunrise, whose rays
She drinks with eyes full of love.
She watches Apollo's chariot
As he traverses the bright blue sky
Toward the western horizon,
Fair skin shining in the sunbeams.
Her heart sinks with the sun.
Eyes watching as the last of the
Light vanishes with the shimmering
Golden head of the sun god.
Apollo never once bends to
Acknowledge small Clytie; but
He is not aware of her passionate
Love for him and his brilliance.
Night after night she waits,
Anxious to see Apollo's chariot
Speeding up over the horizon,
Heading on the same sky-path.
Her love for him never dwindles,
And the gods are inclined to take
Pity on the girl and turn her into
A flower, reflecting Apollo's face.
The sunflower resides on the river bank,
Never leaving as it patiently waits
For the sunrise, whose rays warm its face,
Which its petals soak, trembling with love.
44 - Two Roads: Labyrinthyou are lost in a labyrinth of your own making
only you know the corridors of your mind
and only you can set yourself free
(you cannot ask for help in this)
but do not give up; do not back down
continue on and on and on and on
until you are free from the maze of your mind
(do not lose yourself further in these pathways)
fight until the fight is won
run until the race is finished
free yourself from this confusion
(if at first you don't succeed, try, try again)
56 - Danger Ahead: TrustI hold perfectly still as Rex wraps his arms about my waist and tucks his head against my collarbone. I'm quite certain he can feel my heart racing beneath my ribs, but he doesn't make any movement indicating he does.
He shifts against me, nestling his face as close against me as humanly possible. I can feel the warmth of his skin and breath through my shirt. His arms tighten an instant before he relaxes fully, his slight weight leaning into my chest. My breathing quickens and I have to squeeze my eyes shut before I can get full control over my emotions. This is the first time Rex has embraced me voluntarily, and it brings up emotions in me I haven't felt for so long.
For an agonizing moment I am unable to return the gesture as those emotions crowd together in my brain and almost force their way out onto my cheeks in the salty wetness of tears. Then I can't help but circle my arms around him and drop my chin onto his head. He twitches and I feel the fingers of both of his hands clenchi
6 - Break Away: WhisperThat whisper is always in my head. I don't know why. But it's seriously annoying. I know it's just me being that stupid whisper . . . but I hate it just the same and I can't stop it. Darn bunnies. Anyway, it's annoying. But I already said that. Okay, just so you know, that whisper tells me not to love. Seriously, it does and I say seriously too much, so just ignore that word . . . I can't help myself.
Thing is, I'm scared of love. I'm scared of the rejection that might come with love. That 'might' is a weasel word, you say. I say shut up. You have no idea what you're talking about. No offense. You know, I'm not going to be pathetic moron and go into a blabbering fest about my life. I'd much rather not it's kind of boring anyway. The main thing you need to know is . . . my adoptive family didn't want me when I came back. And don't ask what 'coming back' is or I'll send my ninja bunnies to murder you.
So. I have a twin named Morgan I know you're thinking that I'm ram
35 - Hold My Hand: RescueReach out and take my hand.
Hold it tight and help me stand
Through the storm and pain of life,
Through all the agony and strife.
I am so afraid of all this cruel pain
The hate that stabs and brings a stain
To the very core of my own heart
While ripping and shredding me apart.
Does all this hurt of life have to be?
Why is love drowning in the sea?
I beg you to save it save me.
Why do my cries cause you to flee?
Do not leave me alone in this cold.
Rescue love and do not withhold
All the love you have found within.
Please do not cause me chagrin.
I want you to understand my fear
That there is no reason to persevere,
And that this life is too lonely
To live, hurting, as the one and only.
32 - Night: Starswhen all the stars burn out
you'll be there to hold me through the night
(you know i need you)
(you've set me free)
and all those who've never listened
(maybe they'll listen now)
starry, starry night
(don't blow the the fire out)
(don't crush the sparks in the snow)
(don't let the ice bleed the life from me)
say you'll stay please, please don't go
(say you need me)
promise me all you've said is true
swear it on all earth
on the universe
on all this short life offers
(swear it on time and eternity)
when days of my fantasies are gone
life will flower anew
(and i trust you)
don't break my trust please, please keep it strong
keep me safe
through the storm
and don't let the blizzard
take me from you
(don't let the tempest drive you away)
be my stronghold
(let me stay behind your walls forever)
31 - Flowers: Brokenbroken flower stems
and you ask if i'm all right?
the petals of roses tremble
on the ebony wood
of your last
(i can't stand in the chaos of my own grief)
couldn't you hold on
a little longer?
(oh, my dear)
nothing can pull me through
(oh, my dear)
do you wait for me up there?
(oh, my dear)
i can't wait until death parts me
from this world
and the weight falls
from my splintered heart
and you glue the pieces
back together again
(with your love)
(i just want to hold you in my arms one more time)
never goldher piano key teeth bit the bullet
and shattered the melody
that was keeping her
on her toes
he watched from a distance with his oceanic eyes
counting her every breath with ignominy
his heart was always silver
she stared up at the ashen sky with anticipation
waiting for the rain to wash her away
and as she crawled to the sea
he couldn't help but
Old and NewThe mists of morning still linger, relics of darkness and sleep
The scatter-colored shimmer language of the sunrise
Speaks playfully to figures wreathed in tendrils of forest breath
Winking diamonds dance in branches, a multicolored spectacle
The riches of the dawn
Footsteps muffled by needlepoint carpeting
Hints of by-gone frost on the breeze
A haunting reminder of brokenness and solitude
The frigid immersion into icy rivulets of memories
The soft trickle
The silent murmur
Of a silence too familiar to break
The wind reclines in the lofty canopy of new and old
Contemplating among sheltering giants indifferent to a passing moment
In which miles were crossed, in time and space
Streams forded, trails blazed
And a windswept conversation, barely audible over the silence
Of old and new.
In the stilly eternity of the forest reckoning
Where warm fragrant musings of aimless zephyrs
Gently caress vibrant newborn petals
Carefully imparting the wisdom of the phoenix
In the language of deepening bl
camerashyi am the mad rabbit
who wrung heartburst lullabies out of my shirt,
after soaking in the fog of the opaque window--
after drowning not so quite awake in the thick liquid of my lungs.
my small black dresses were shaking in the floorboards, hiding, condemned--
and so, i wore the colors of the sun choking
a brilliant body made of heat, peeling flame skin,
glittering like a gemmed fish.
Today did not go as planned.
I wound up the pretty smiles like film then unreeled them into black bottomless lakes,
watching them turn into dust, escaping away into hidden doors.
i could hear their laughter.
i can feel with my fingers when the sky turns this kissing shade of amethyst.
i rip the loneliest column out of the newspaper and rip it, hurt it, let it fly from me; i do not need it
I am an article of heaven--
can't you see it? can't y
Skyblood.Even though stars are fire, the bridges of their constellations are never burnt away.
[Unlike our love, which died with an 'outoutbriefcandle'.]
The moon changes but wolves never cease their loyal howling.
[Everlasting, they are.]
The stellar heavens are clear during the day but bloom diamonds in the night.
[You didn't stay to see me shine either.]
The sky bleeds harsh red and soft purple when loud sunrays pierce their gentle melodies.
[I bled too.]
Suspira - a firstThe dandelions cried today.
Because after the dusktime,
Where lonely shadows
Take out their fraying edges,
Morning really has broken.
Words un-spoken, songs un-sung;
And morning, this time,
Doesn't quite cut it.
The blackbird's gone missing.
Sometimes I wonder
If it was ever really there.
winter,it was us in winter
which meant the cold snuffed
shadows and long dark
days and firelit smiles -
the long stretch of yarn
undercovers - rolling over
on tummies bare with warmth
algae'd shutters before the striking greens,
and troweling your hair back
in a slough of dampness,
afternoons stagnant like
refrigerated white wines,
raining down sheets of
and all the things we are addicted to,
like the feel of a good book, or a good
fire, or a good whiskey,
that settle into us little riling
moments of joy
in a seemingly long thick expanse of time
spent counting thread skeletons
against ship lantern mornings,
in you wanting to
curl up in your
favorite coffee mug
and sleep for a thousand years.
she didn't mean to be a roseshe is the age of innocence, staring longingly at the sarcasm she'll wear when she's jaded, but she isn't quite there yet. she says she's big enough, old enough, but when she tries irony on for size it pools off her egret shoulders, on to the floor, and she must stick with secondhand sincerity.
summer peach drips down her arms and she doesn't know what to do with her hands as she's dreaming, dreaming. head so high in the clouds she comes down in antarctica, confusion in her eyes made up songs in her ears, peach juice freezing on her skin.
when she lies in bed crying, her eyes perfectly dry, her hands not-quite-enough-enough fasten soft around the bars of her headboard. morning dawns red spiral imprints in her palms, pressed to the condensation windows, blood hello to the sunrise.
it's not that she's lonely, it's just that she's alone. small pale press against the worn fibers of the carpet, with only those lights on in the whole world and her face lit up blue with anything, though reall
stealthily.I need it now, how you turn sludge
into stereotypes, i want you
to be power-hungry and my lion.
[ l i a r ]
Fleas never turned to fancies and
the chipped paint on the exterior,
don't tell me it's never housed a
salamandrillion supper-party for the
Keats and cummings and my 4 A.
M. flashlight never met but I'll
tell you what did.
Six freshmen and a spirit sophomore
broke the rules under that light and
they paid. And they were all me.
Who says? I am not pumpkin and
spice or vanilla hand lotion, I am
not fire Iamstone.
Who says? i am soft liketherain.
We say, we are blackbroken. But i'm
a torn wedding dress before it's sewn
fall openingthere were fish in your lungs
i caught you gasping air
the sound of dying sirens,
wheels moving to fireworks in trees.
we forgot we're kids, there
too old to cry, too young
to play police.
and there's no use in dancing
but we've got music playing
old chords scratching to false
drums, we've got voice but instead
we hum, we wont feel
we're lining up like broken teeth
now we're playing hide n seek
filling holes with picture books
we never cracked open, but instead propped
our windows with, feigning sleep
like dreaming bees
we used to dance like indians
now we dance like forgotten kids
catching leaves before they fall
poke a billion bullet holes
and a ribcage where their color folds
fall painted us red and brown,
purple cotton, kissing on the ground
i heard bear feet and you said
that's just the sound of "yes"
no, maybe I was right that night
we looked at family pictures and you
were more embarrassed by your smile
than the yellow coffee stains
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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