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headless horsesYou force my head down like you're booking me
got me boiling and drowning like you're cooking me
when you look towards the ground, you think you look at me
but I'm still around without what you took from me.
You do what you do cause you're afraid of change
we are stallions who don't need you holding reins
and if only you knew that we share the same pain,
yes, it's true, believe it or not we are the same.
Shadow in a sunny worldI don't want to hate...
I don't want to always turn away from you;
smiling or sullen,
in my presence you afflict me...
I know I can't go back,
I can't forgive you for the way you've been.
Trying to gain my affection
has only hurt me even more.
The damage is already done,
and every day I have to feel this pain.
Any respect I had for you is gone,
and now I just try to stay away.
WhyI stay strong so I can see your smile without breaking down.
I stay strong because my youth won't last forever.
I stay strong because my optimism keeps me happy.
I stay strong because I believe it's for the better.
If I was weak I wouldn't have gotten back up every time I fell.
If I was weak I would have tried to forget my favorite memories.
If I was weak I would hate how much I love you.
If I was weak I would have moved on by now.
On to nothing.
WaningThe brighter the sun shines, the darker the shadow it makes,
but you somehow shone all of my light back at me, rejecting darkness.
You used my light and learned from it. You appreciated me. You loved me.
I watched you grow throughout the night, becoming full and cheerful.
You would throw sideways smiles in my direction.
My body would burn with passion.
Sometimes you would wish for your own light.
I wanted to say,
all we need to be complete is each other,
but I could only try to help you understand how beautiful you already were,
just as you reflected my light back to me.
Funeral for the Second DeathOf everyone, he was the first
to arrive at the chosen church
as everyone had expected-
his lover was the one who's dead.
Throughout the funeral, didn't cry,
in fact he didn't bat one eye,
and silent stares stabbed through his shirt-
Why hadn't he looked at all hurt?
After the viewing, many left,
all feeling empty and bereft.
The man stayed, the girl's mother too
to ask him what he's going through.
"Are you upset, or still in shock?"
she asked the man, who didn't talk
until she gave up and then fled,
and as she did he finally said:
"Is it still considered a sin
when the dead try to die again,
to permanently rest in peace
when those who died are not deceased?
If no more words escape her lips
once sensitive as fingertips,
words left spoken could all be lies,
as who's to say, she didn't want to die?"
Darkness Brings AnotherWhen suffering through self abuse
even blind men can tie a noose
as they hide from their bitter truths,
cold memories and tainted youths.
When vulnerable and by themselves
even mute men shout cries for help
though no one hears their helpless yelps,
to them they ring like sullen bells.
It doesn't choose victims by name,
burning their lives in foul flame;
everyone's ashes are the same-
everyone loses in this game.
Lesson LearnedMy doubts have been proven wrong so many times,
but I still throw myself in a rut,
yet I look to the skies and imagine your eyes
which remind me to never give up.
Now I know, all I need is to always believe
that again I'll be back on my feet,
and though I'll be down again as I am now and then
I will never admit my defeat.
Tasty!I'm addicted to your taste
and the smile on your face
though I've never had a chance
to try your flavor,
so I can only try to guess
just how you taste, and I confess
that in my dreams you're always there
for me to savor.
I've gone window-shopping for
about a year, (probably more)
and I have caught myself drooling
over you several times,
and now I realize that every
second you spent enticing me
was just time wasted in my life-
I won't forgive you for your crIMESSS!!!
Think (song lyrics)You think love is a game
but it never, no it never will be,
besides we already have players one and two,
and we don't need a player three.
You think that you're sly, and you can do what you like,
and you can hide your little secrets from me.
I've tried to play along, but now I know that is wrong,
so I don't know if I can still keep you company, and-
You think, I think, you think I'm dumb,
I think, you think, I think I'm done,
and that girl you been with, you don't think that I know her,
now I'm through with this, so I'm declaring this game to be over.
I been thinking a lot recently,
but I doubt the same could be said for you, (ha)
it's clear to me now, that this is just how
you've always been, and it isn't new.
You must'a lost your mind! 'Cause I've always been kind,
and behind my back, what do you do?
One day I found that you were sleeping around
and you think that makes you cool, you fool, but
You think, I think, you think I'm dumb,
I think, you think, I think I'm done,
and that girl
the truth about growing up
1. It's easier when you don't think.
1. It starts early,
on a cloudy day when you recall
the 'childhood memories' of
two summers ago,
that's when you start your backslide into
2. On the bright side
you won't notice this until you're
good and ripe in age,
so maybe it doesn't matter
3. That tightness in your chest?
The feeling that you're not ready
to take on the rest of your life; it
4. It stews in the pit of your stomach
makes you doubt,
but there will be days when you look back
on the mountains you climbed -
the raging rivers you crossed -
and you'll have a sneaking suspicion you were
more prepared than you thought.
5. There's nothing like your own bed.
6. Laundry will never smell right
without mom's sweat and tears.
But you still have to separate lights from darks,
keep the zippers pulled tight
and the buttons unhooked.
7. There is comfort in your parents' presence.
8. Things change
the future gnaws and rips
Stranger's funeralUnder the clouds
Under the rain
Staring at the coffin
At a stranger's funeral
We're all alone
Feeling the storm
But not the pain
For he's but a stranger
And the graves around us
Are just there
Keeping us company
During this empty moment
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
CarolineYou loved the fire
of rogues -
imperfect men who shot up
the endings of the day
and drank down
too much beauty.
And like one of them,
you bellied with rebellion,
felt his tense seed
toil where women
and craved his notoriety.
Poor girl -
his verses won the day
and the call of words
was too fickle a lover
for any constant star.
Don't blame yourself -
are more attractive
and all poets are
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
To the Boy Who Likes PoetryHe was a maze of metaphors
but she didn't mind
getting lost in him
raising a warrior never was an easy jobi.
when i was a child i would
sit on the porch in the rocking chair and watch
the sky fall and the ground flood -
safe on my wooden throne, i'd call out
amid the thunder that
it would never pull me to the sky, away from
the home i'd always known; when the storm
would cease i'd stand triumphant
over fallen soldiers, lying
like stained glass and shimmering, rippling --
when i was older
i stood in kitchen and watched you
bake, fingers drumming to the beat of a
war-drum you never could hear -
and you'd tell me stories of sleeping beauties
while i read about the knights
who risked their lives, got angry at the girl --
you taught me how to be
a lioness when you realized this girl would
never be a queen. i was made to rule, but not in
robes, made to claw my way
out instead of sit and watch the fight -
my throat ached to sing
a shout of victory, my skin itched to dance
in a triumphant haze as charcoal painted
the night alive --
and now when thunder shakes
the ground i count its be
i made the universe in a teapoti made the universe in a teapot.
galaxies frothed into the mug,
stars bubbling up through the sepia beauty.
nothing was left outside, everything at the bronze brim,
the sun's edge in ceramics.
i drank the quickcopper gracefully.
my mind was a biscuit,
the milk as time,
lacing throughout the boiling hot space in that second
of pouring creation.
(alpha and omega at once as steam.)
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