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XXXXXEven now,
part of me
(my hands)
want to
pull out
that glass
she lodged
in her neck.

Pull it out
and drop it
into pieces,
or keep it
in the back seat
of my car.

Where it can
lay a while
and stare at me.
Part of me
(my chest)
is not afraid
of demons.

It is far less
dangerous
than girls with
haphazard knives
and other
monsters.
Chasing Butterflies
I believe in starry nights writing timeless songs
of all the yesterdays and tomorrows yet to come.

I believe in hearing the voice of love in rhyme;
I heard it as a child in my mother's lullabies.

Let's go down to the river now
and chase the butterflies.

I believe in playing, absorbing life's full sun,
dancing through the day until the night is done.

I believe in wishing wells never running dry,
granting us the time for a tender, slow goodbye.

Let's go down to the river now
and chase the butterflies.

Should I cross to the other side,
don't you worry; don't you cry.

There you'll see where tomorrow I'll be,
forever chasing butterflies...
A Rebel's BloodI lived on hollow promises and
dreams as thin as mist.

And kings and lords
who offer gold
in return for my head.

Through the Golden Palace Gates
I'm met with oaths, made to be broken.
I'm met with lies and truths, unspoken.
I'm met with eyes that have seen what I
never dreamed of seeing.
And eyes of crying, blind, fresh beings.
I'm met with suffocated desires.
I'm met with raging hateful fires.

There's a masked man who was paid
a few million pieces to chop my head.
He raises a sword. All what there ever was fades.

I shut my eyes...
I breathe.
on excusesthe floor creaked with a pressing tone
and my toes crept sadly toward you.
i heard the sounds
deep inside of your throat-
before they could come out,
before you could think them,
before you could stutter an
apology.

i was up all night and
the thought that, you,
were sleeping somewhere
naked, with your fingers
stretching and your dreams
retching up what you couldn't
admit to awake- was too much for me.
maybe if i
was next to you while you
were dreaming, your body
would admit to me that you
loved me. and you wanted to make
me cum. it had been so long.

you blinked hard, fast
your eyes shaking, dying fish.
i pulled you apart
like the ribbon
AstrologicalI have lost myself to
Saturn & Venus,
tangled in their mismatched limbs.

Just dream dust & shattered prayers
begging for a new set of skin
(she can't remember where she orbits).

Pluck these fractured wings;
neither the Sun nor the Moon no longer
ache to see me fly in their luster.
False ProphetsPoems and love songs breed dead dreams,
strangled by weeds, face down in the ground
with no roses to mourn them.

Singers are poets that croon
(if you happen to lose your little heart to their tune)
and poets are false prophets -
true love will last forever
if they care to write it,
but not if you swallow the lines...

yet, they always do.

We all have a place
set for us in the shade
in our own private garden of weeds.
HollowHollow
Is her chest.

She feels around for emotions;
Sadness and anger is what she has mastered the best.

World moves around her
In top-speed rate,

While she stands still or get maneuvered around
Like a dense grey stone in the rapids of fate.

Erosion shapes her outsides
As a rough unapproachable being;

It builds up the pressure inside
Where she's really quite more softer than what you're seeing.

But don't expect for there to be a heart,
It's already shattered to pieces and is reformed from charred coals;

Even now and again it is crumbling apart;
Life has filled it with so many holes....

Hollow
Is her chest.

She feels no emotion,
Exce
EqualityEquality

Today my rainbow flag
Stands proud next to
The American flag.

Today my flag is counted
Equal. Represents equality
To our nation.

Today the rainbow flag
Represents the gay
Community not as a

Separate any longer
But as a whole. As
My state Minnesota
Legalizes gay marriage.
On The Collapse Of Modern Society"I've never seen so many folks
putting their hopes 
in packaged air,
as far as I'm concerned,
and from what I've observed
misplacing material worth while 
rushing back and forth
to get nowhere."
my Grandma said, 
shaking her head.
BalanceWe tend to see the bad in the good
But not the good in the bad
And it turns out we missed
Just how much good we had
Because life is all ups and downs
As the saying goes
But instead of striving for ups
We just go with the flow
We overlook what’s around us
And only focus within
When it should be about balance
Like a bird in the wind
Too strong, too weakWe were on the verge of wisdom but
So young, still.
As young as the freshly born flowers,
Too weak for winter, too strong for love.
We've believed often that the world 
Belonged to us
And we let our emotions take us deep.
We were young lovers,
Young haters,
Young liars,
And young fools.
My mother taught me to block out my tears.
She said that when we start feeling, truly feeling
We will sink into the abyss of madness.
"I will never love. I will never hate," said the golden girl.
"I will never cry. I will never fear," said she.
Prayer to Odin from experienceAl-father Odin! You who hung for 9 days and suffered on the tree of Yggdrasil.
In so you received and gave us the runes and its mysteries.
You who have given up an eye to see and know beyond sight and knowledge.
Allow me to be strong through my own sacrifice and suffering.
So that one day, I can achieve great wisdom through what has happened to me.
Allow my mind to open and to focus on what i must do.
One day, I cannot always criticize what is before me.
From experience, I was angry and put down a faith that i knew was untrue.
Though you may have smacked me upside the head a few times
for my foolishness and ignorance. But I did deserve it a
Within A BoxIt's a prison for the minds of haunted souls
an odd prison, not large enough to contain its prisoners
and yet it encompasses every fiber of their being 
in silent, silent spaces.
Haunted souls are searching for the key
there is no key, but they don't know any better
and what harm could it do? Hope is better than nothing
here's an unlocked open door for you.
Little trinkets haunt souls with their questions
and we want answers, but they won't give
anything away. Very smart,
you know the world is ending soon.
(The best of which are only
crude descriptions of the magic
they are looking for.)
Evolution of life
child, we dream
teenager, we have ideas
adult, we have a bar code encrusted in the nape

we evolve to finish in the matrix
Lovers and assassinsNight
walk
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We All Feel Lost in the Face of DeathThe hand that dealt it was swift.
We could breathe.

We could only hope.
We could only pray to no one

That we were the only witnesses

to the consequence.



Heat and shadow,
The scent of burning pages,

And aged ink.

We lost everything in

The weeks that followed.


A careless slip of an infant's

Hand, and our tiny fingers

Grasping for the shadows

Of our mother's hair.

It was not a bang,

Nor a whisper,

But the screams of thousands,

And the unquenchable thirst

Of the sick.

When the brick and mortar crumble,

All we
He is SoftHe is soft

In speech, and skin,

And the way he tucks his nose

Into the place where my neck

Becomes clavicle bone.

And he is tender, and

Gasping with his lips

Parted over mine, and

Hovering as if afraid of

Losing his identity.

I feel weighted against his

Delicate manner of infatuation.
Even my lightest steps are leaving

Tracks and traces in the carpet,

And the trenches of his head.

My affection can be heavy,
But when he laughs

I gently float away.
OwlsThere is nothing left here,
But bird bones,
Scattered skulls,
And the droppings of the owls
Who so wisely watched us falter.
Magnifying GlassIt only takes a moment,
A grain of sand,
and gravity
To learn to hate something beautiful.
    (I saw your crepe-paper lips
     pressed up to the glass, and
     your perspiring breath up close.)
11-6-12What a painful thing

To love someone, and only

Want to comfort them

As you ask repeatedly,

Over and over,
To feel the blade again.

To see your blood on their hands,

And apologize for the mess you've made.
I Was There Only BrieflyI was there,

And if you see him say

That it was not anything worth

Writing down, or placing

Delicately between yellow pages

To press into a wilted reminder.

It cannot be preserved -
Something that soft can
Be only felt, and just barely.
Like so many rays of light

Drawn across the bridge

Of our touching noses.

A gentle kiss of the sun

On my speckled shoulders.
The subtle lapping of waves

Around his ankles, pulling
Him gently to drown,

And fall asleep in the current.

Only to wake with blossoms

Brushing his fingertips,
And a butterfly scattering̷

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It was the shattering of glass,

And the stain of wine on her hands

That beckoned our leaving.
Open wounds laid out on the carpet.

Pitch dark, blue-black love

As a stigmata on our palms.


Fermentation and condensation

Served a dripping eulogy to our

Conversations as the bottle wept.

What a pity to see it

Left out to become vinegar,

And leave a bitter taste on our tongues.
We blame our mothers, and savor

The memories of their wrongs.

Woe unto us, double-crossing

Ourselves, and seeing the blood

Dripping from her talons.

We abandon, as we have been abandoned.

Our mouths too thick for excuses.
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I hate having to add keywords, or tags.
I just write it out until I don't want to write it anymore.
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~MrJRB67 Apr 2, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
This is brilliant. That is the only tag word you need. But you are probably too modest to just write 'brilliant'.
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~Strange-Telemetry Nov 4, 2012  Professional Writer
I usually just add strings of nonsense to the key words. Or something obscute, to confuse niche fans.
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