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I would scream and yell, but there's no point.

At SOME point, it's all liable to fall apart.

I don't think I can accept that.

I hate being the crux knowing I still need a crutch.

I'm not strong enough for all of it to lean on me.

I want to, but I'm not, for years I haven't been.

And it's cruel.

It's cruel to ignore things and let me do all this when you just want to watch it fall fall fall.

Are you entertained watching me do it all?

Played with watercolors for the first time since I was a little girl. Have about the same skills as then now..lol. Got inspired to daydream though, and of course that prompted me to write. Don't know if any of it is really any good..but I love to play. :)

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TT
10:21 Oct 31 2011

I like the water colors. Have you noticed the person standing on the banks of the river and the phoenix flying in the sky? Was that intentional?

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LacyLashes
00:47 Nov 06 2011

Actually, totally unintentional, although I see them now that you mention it. :D

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They should have never been here

In the wrong place under man's circumstances



Sadness is an understatement

And I know THOSE men will be forever haunted



Over ONE man's greed and ego-feeding stupidity



The druglord's mighty jungle lies as lifeless as he



His one death can never account for what he has caused



Not even an eternity of tormented existence



I can only just barely write out my disgust at such a man



I can only just dwell upon the tragedy, for fear it will swallow me



Yes, sadness is a horrible understatement

There is a time for this and a time for that

I hate time

I loath it

I wish it ill will

It's reciprocal in every sense



Yes Time has it's purpose

and I have mine!



Phooey and Fey, and fickle it's way!

A pox on the hands of Time!

Sun rose and set.

Every once in awhile I saw it sitting

regal and holy amongst it's brilliant

and bold robes we call clouds.

It broke though nothing to reach us.

And we scoff somehow at that achievement.

Then again, when have we had to break

through nothing?

It hardly seems real to us.

The winds blew those robes about to

give us glimpses of it's fiery nakedness.

And we were all to busy huddling for

warmth to take in the show.

I'll bet we notice it's absence amongst the

rains.

You are calling out to me

Not with your voice

and not by choice

But I hear you all the same

And you are driving me insane



You are dragging me from the safety

of myself into a place in which I have

little say You need me, I tell you, to

stay here where I can't reach you

Where I can't breath you in



Won't you be quiet?

Won't you give us peace?

Think of yourself at least

It's only as easy as removing krazy glue from your fingers

Anyone can do it if they can avoid being annoyed

It's only as hard as ignoring everything you hear

That news should leave you overjoyed

Stumbling stroll up the broken walkways

Sidewalks and side streets in a sideways

place full of sometimes sideways smiles

But mostly, you try not to look anyone in the

eye, could be dangerous

Appalling pouch that turns out to be pregnancy

on a thing so young cigarrette in hand, burning

away, she only wants to bum one

He's a bum that one, but she'll find the one

Ashes drifting in the wind like the meal ticket

she was dreaming of, wafting her smell so very

unwashed, but she's got her mascara on

It's thick and only slightly smeared from the

self-pitying tear that feeds on fear that that

check is all she'll ever hear..from him

But she recovers enough to bat her eyes at a

passerby

She's young someone will save her, right?

The damsel in distress always attracts the valiant knight

Another drag on the stick between her stained

fingers another little hack-figures

She trips on words, but she can find her way

home drunk and almost all alone in the dark

Or maybe she'll just pass out again in the park

Rock a bye baby, rock to sleep in the stark

I know who the flesh hurts, but why?

Presumably without contact no one should die

Presumably a word and a deed shouldn't do it

Presumably no pain for the one who doesn't

go through it

Presumably the flesh only seeks happiness

Shouldn't that be contagious?

Outrageous.

I anticipate this time.

All of me waits for it.

It's better than a clock.

I don't need any alarm.

The hours roll around and

I grow hungry for it,

thirsty for it,

needy for it.

It is nearly near,

and the anticipation

threatens to consume me.

The only Time I have

ever loved.

Like a torn page burned in a charcoal grill.

It's gone already, and with a beer, a braut

and a pretty face.

It's easy to forget why you shed a single tear.



I've watched it happen.

It uncoils slowly like a snake.

Relaxing all those taut muscles

over luxurious time.

It doesn't rush at all

things have been tight

it's unsafe to hurry all that tension.

After all is finally loosened

to it's full length, limp and languid..



..it suddenly strikes.



Who knew venom could feel so good?

I would have you

wrung out like laundry

and hung to dry

in the scorching sun

it will finish your cleaning

but I'm sure you'll still be dirty

and stink of whatever wore

you last



I would have you

scoured in boiling bleach

and whisked down with

a wire brush

it might scrape away some

of the scum you are made

of



Then again, it never

worked before

In a moment of weakness,

I throw an inner temper tantrum.

I stomp my virtual feet in a virtual

world where I can do that and no

one gets hurt.

I scream and yell in a place without sound,

and I throw things that no walls will rebound.

And no one gets hurt.

Until I am tired out, virtually,

and then I go back to the world with a

smile.

And assumably, a new sense of

determination.

And so far, no one gets hurt.