roses fall
face by face
through the cracks
orange lick
fire untie
plastic prose of thorns thatve died
brittle break candle smashes
everything stumbles to white ashes

whilst strolling on the street one day,
guess what occurred to me.
a little poem, all alone
cried out violently.
it said "ma'am, i'm scared.
the universe threw me out
i'm not arrogant, but quick and swift
i will die by tonight, no doubt.
"for you see, the heavens opened up
and let me drop and fall.
i guess i was a love too big
or perhaps a sky too small."
of course i picked it up : a gift!
and dare to look it in the face.
i took and locked it in my heart:
a wilder yet safer place.
one day i decided to let it go
and it left me a gracious note;
it sang its death, it cried its joy;
that tender thing i wrote!

a woman sits
& sees
as the sun settles on her skin
does she grow tired of her hair
or her guffaw
does she wish to escape
& embrace a different shape?
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my tears cascade
onto a field of eloquent inbalance
dubbed unappreciative
they hid among dark corners
dismayed of afterglows
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i will not run
i will not hide
i will not cringe
and die inside
i will not cry
when mothers go
i will stay and watch
the darling show
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domestically wild
shyly unpredictable
i sometimes wonder
why i still breathe
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where have all the voices gone?
the walls have yielded their pulse
the light have taken a lovely toll
and no one speaks the false
where have all the voices gone
that once told me to die
the birds sing in joyous greek
they biddeth me not goodbye
where have all the voices gone
that pinned me down before
will they come back to taunt me still
will there ever be more?
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oh look
behind the bushes
what is it?
oh it's just a white lie
just a white lie
to cover the desperate truth
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look happy dogs
we are blessed with happy dogs
but oH! what proceeds are the sad and hungry dogs
the ones the are parallel
the ones who make the happy dogs
happy
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i hate to tell you
but you stink at stitching
the seam is messy and thick
unclean
but at least it is together
i will keep you
until i find a better seamstress
shh, you don't know that
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don't touch me!
i'm melancholy
i might pass it on to you
the residue of a sickness
that has made my feet
its own

Promise me the leprechaun touch
for finding a pot of gold
Promise me seldom much
the de-lovely stories told
Promise me the scholar's mind
for searching the universe
Promise me to the end of time
that magic will never worse
Promise me that violence will cease
when children get a say
Promise me the abductees
will get to run away
Promise me the little stars
from the heavens up above
Promise me we'll stop the wars
and give eternal love
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