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Security of Hurt
03:39 Sep 30 2011
Times Read: 443

I'll take this dirty rag and wash away the clean

I'll cover it all in filfth again

It will all be the filthiest thing you've ever seen

Recognizable

Shiny and bright can be so dangerous

I'll keep you safe within the dirt

Pretty Please
17:53 Sep 28 2011
Times Read: 455












I want it

That statement is

much more urgent than need

I want it

I want it now

a possession that shames greed

I want it

give it give it TO ME

I want it

Why shall I not have it

when I want it

When I want it for me

I want it

Three little words with great

big meaning

I love you

Hasn't nearly the power or feeling

I just want it

Why won't you give it to me

I said I want it

Can't you hear me

How can I make it clearer

for you to see

For you to hear

I want it I want it I want it

I'll be the child and plead

Will you give to me if I say

pretty please?

Pretty please.

Finery Tree
16:01 Sep 28 2011
Times Read: 457






I follow the momentum of your pull

Drawn to your peaceful breathing

Enamored of your brilliant hue

Branches so far reaching



Finery tree

decked out in brilliance

for the World to see

Unashamedly shedding leaves

day by day revealing your

nakadeness unabashed and

encouraged by the indications

of the blowing Wind and the

inclinations of the coming Season



You are compelled much like me.



Finery tree bending in that Wind

Swaying to the indeterminate beat

of the pulsing World-trapped in

the cycles that set you free

Oh Finery Tree! You are much like me.



As time passes you shall soon be

bereft of all your colors, stripped to

your bare form for the whole of the

Winter long to be undressed for the

eyes of many some who speak so very

harshly as a norm

Finery tree you have my empathies



Finery tree when the sleeping sadness overwhelms you too

Try to remember there comes always Spring



There comes always Spring for you and for me

Out to Sea
15:04 Sep 28 2011
Times Read: 459

Which way should it go

North South above below

Which way to let it fly

ground it Wound up

it's has to set in motion



How in the world would you know

You can't feel it

Steel yourself against it's momentum

Like a boat that by itself rows

It could carry you far out to Sea



Better to stand back and let it be

Waft of Memory
11:12 Sep 28 2011
Times Read: 461

Pressing it close to my face

Memories flood my flesh

How can something so old

smell fresh?

Screwed Up Brain
17:26 Sep 27 2011
Times Read: 463

Confusion is not my friend.

The simplicity of me is my enemy.

Fumbled words and mismatched phrasing.

Leaves things muddled and hazy.



I struggle for clarity.

Down and Dirty
16:07 Sep 26 2011
Times Read: 465

Sloppily unkept and neglected

Atmosphere affected

Moldy dusty attitudes

And cluttered unwashed moods

Unorganized and scattered

weatherbeaten battered

filmed over attempts to hide

All the junk piled inside

Getting well enough to clean

house and rescue the furniture,

and pride.

Over and OVer
12:34 Sep 21 2011
Times Read: 471

Sleepless

On the edge of a razor

A train that can't be stopped

Until it deadends into a tunnel

And then only

insomuch as it cracks the

foundation of it



Aah restlessness

Freed In Chains
16:05 Sep 20 2011
Times Read: 474

Peeling back the armor of the ordinary world,

one layer at a time.

Like a good girl.

Tossing away the stitches that bind one piece at a time.

My freedom comes in ropes, and chains.

In commanding phrases and steely gazes.

I am liberated by the domineering hand.

Unburdened by the security of command.

I Say It Again Nay I Sing It Beautiful
12:53 Sep 20 2011
Times Read: 477

Today's start is so good I have overused beautiful.

I have felt like laughing at nothing at all.

I could smile until my face breaks.

Everything tastes better, feel better against my skin.

Even the chill air is pleasant and peaceful.

It's gray outside, and even that is splendid.

I'll be on my way to a doctor's appointment soon, and I've got to walk.

And I just don't care.

Not a penny in my pocket, and I don't care.

I love looking forward to a day like this,

in a way like this, set to play like this.

:D

Pray For Amnesia
23:36 Sep 19 2011
Times Read: 482

While the whole world clamors to be remembered

Slathers on their perfumes

and parades in all their colors to be seen

I am hiding in the everywhere

just being me

While each one cries out loud in such a voice

Seeking immortal memory

or perhaps to be the loudest of them all

I am trying to define a whisper to silence

Praying I make no noises against your wall

On a night like this

You want to be forgotten

Oh, won't you believe?

On a night this one

Hightail it from the spotlight

won't you run?

Put on your grayest disguise

And hide that sparkle in your eyes

Wash away your fancy scents

And pray to all that's holy

You blend in

On a night this

You want to be a shadow in the din

On a night like this

You don't want someone like me to remember you

Do everything you can to make me forget

Even a flash of recognition could mean regret

All the places and the faces are something

like a siren's call to me

And many a sailor was lost to a siren's call at sea

My memory is not a place you'd like to be

This Thing
19:23 Sep 17 2011
Times Read: 487

I push it back back back

It returns

I ice it down heavy

but it burns

I drown it in noise

so it raises a stink

All made of thirsty

so I drink

Brings on the tired

So I run

Sucks the life right out

of anything fun

Tries so hard

Long ago driven me mad

Makes everything good

feel bad

But Then What To Do With It?
19:51 Sep 16 2011
Times Read: 491






"It's like cotton in the mouth," they told me.

"It won't hurt you.

It's just dry and sticks to everything."

I tried to nod, but just didn't care enough.

Whispering far out and around me, coupled with yelling from walls so that so-and-so knew they were wanted.

Strange that that knowledge came from

such a distant and mechanical device.

But repeated enough times, I suppose the message

gets acrossed.

I can only think about that a moment though.

Thoughts are in such a hurry when there is nothing else to do but wait.

Staring out the door at scurrying, worrying strangers trying to guess at their goals and destinations.

What else is there to do with something like cotton in your mouth, tethered to devices that tell on you vs. letting you know you are wanted?

Scheming conniving tattletales.

A glass of water might be nice.

But no, discomfort must be assured or the torture will not be complete.

I am paying for this in more ways than one.

And I know better than to ask anything about when this might be over.

The surest way to secure an overnight stay is to participate in the repetition.

They become convinced that you belong and should stay awhile.

Better that I scurry and worry over fleeing thoughts.

It doesn't pass the time, but you never know, I might catch one.

In the Skin
18:38 Sep 16 2011
Times Read: 493

Wretching

That's the word I would use

No wait

Wrenching

Pain I've no choice but to excuse

Wasting

I think that could apply

Wraithlike?

Feels like I could die

Worthless

These never ending complaints

Worrisome

Amount of effort

like I'm trying to be a Saint

Wicked

Images in my mind

Wrathful

No real reason why

Wrong

Because nothing feels right

Weariness

Taking it's toll

Wishing

Could fill up this hole

Wantonly

Caution is killing me

Weathered

And I've barely been outside

Welcome

would be the cup of the

Wealthy

whose fortune lies under

their skin

Homeless
19:08 Sep 13 2011
Times Read: 496






I want a mouthful of him.

Hot and sweet,

lingering on my tongue

like a melody does in the air.

That haunting kind that

you have to savor no matter

what else you may have been

doing.

He stays with me like that.

My ear to his chest

his heartbeat is to me

like the smell of grandma's

cookies baking in the kitchen.

It makes everything better.

It is Home.

I am homeless when he is gone.

MINE
04:58 Sep 13 2011
Times Read: 499

He is mine.

Every ounce of his flesh,

every heartbeat, every breath.

He pledged it to me.

I told him it was too much,

but he insisted it.

That every drop of blood

in his veins was mine.

And then he showed

me the price of it,

and I paid.

And have paid and paid.

So now I claim it,

because I have earned him.

He is mine, mine, MINE!