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I'm frightened, yes, I'm afraid; threefold
That one day I'll break your heart of gold.
The gem that I cherish, one to be sought
May one day fall from my hands.
Clumsy is me, woe was habit
Why would I have to go and crack it?
Stable the pieces, fill in the scars
Before the girl is gone.
Hold it steady, don't move an inch
I think it's fixed, firm, bit by bit.
A sigh of relief, and onto a stroll
The oaf had dropped it again.
Now we wait, dear maiden in slumber
Holding her hand with her pieces asunder.
Regret, oh regret, you come round at a time
Why did I have to trip up?
Cries and sobs, no shortage at all
Come from a man who stands six feet tall.
"No need to cry and no need to plea"
Said she
To me
For me, she said
"You'll always be in this heart."
That one day I'll break your heart of gold.
The gem that I cherish, one to be sought
May one day fall from my hands.
Clumsy is me, woe was habit
Why would I have to go and crack it?
Stable the pieces, fill in the scars
Before the girl is gone.
Hold it steady, don't move an inch
I think it's fixed, firm, bit by bit.
A sigh of relief, and onto a stroll
The oaf had dropped it again.
Now we wait, dear maiden in slumber
Holding her hand with her pieces asunder.
Regret, oh regret, you come round at a time
Why did I have to trip up?
Cries and sobs, no shortage at all
Come from a man who stands six feet tall.
"No need to cry and no need to plea"
Said she
To me
For me, she said
"You'll always be in this heart."
Literature
Unsettled
fire stepped out of its place in the hearth -
a shift like turbulence, a silent rattle
in the dead of sleep that lifts eyelids;
yet time turns over and over -
as thoughts in the sleepless do -
never a pause for any one,
never a concern for tired bones.
it wrings the cloth in me;
nausea and a smile are
unhappily wed, for no one
asked for objections.
when will it end?
the feeling of standing on the edge
wobbly legs, lightheadedness;
the home is cold, bitter and blistered
and still tomorrow stops by for a visit
even in this bleak subsistence
I must answer the door with repletion
Literature
anfractuous.
and I have so many things yet to show you.
none of this is beautiful
when compared to hair whipping out a car window
in a night so deep and far-flung from city lights
that you can see by starlight for miles.
desert grass desert dust sighing in the wind
chasing at the tires and the sky–
oh my god the sky oh my god that sky,
she calls for only her wildest children tonight.
she calls for us to gallop against each other
against each other our shoulders brushing with canyons with coyotes
like brothers
like sisters
she calls for us
calls after us
as we pelt free and far-flung beneath her blue-black belly
pregnant with planets
Literature
gecko
once your scales
fall away you are
bare and translucent;
your spine,
visible through the
film of your skin.
there is strength,
in this –
there is strength
in many unusual things.
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I was feeling the urge to write this; they do say it's the most sincerest way to write yourself onto a page..
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