| cut it out |
[Nov. 15th, 2010|05:23 pm] |
wrapped around my wrists,
that abnormal cells have kissed,
i carry (covered in blood and slime)
the intestines that could only by mine.
they hang with the weight of miles,
grazing the ground and touching the tiles.
i hold my breath, then speak
as if my thoughts were merely words that leaked
"i cannot deal with this pain,
that this auto-immune disease has stained."
dropping the warm tangles to the floor,
i grip my belly, still aching and sore.
you do not understand that i've been here before,
the passion gone from this bodily war. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 9th, 2010|10:14 am] |
i am well equipped with my hands on my hips, to weather thru your storm
and my anger is a danger in which i'm trapped, held down and pin pointed on the map
i lost all that i worked towards and you've gone, i should've known it all along |
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| rest |
[Nov. 9th, 2010|10:13 am] |
he kept asking if i loved him-
bc if i loved him, why would i leave him?
and i loved him on into forever
but life is sometimes so clever
that it jumps in the way [so quick]
into our system with a cough so SICK!
we forget what it felt like to breathe;
we could all use a little relief...
and dear God i know i love him.
but he loved me and he left me
[with a sickness in my chest]
now i dream but never sleep
put my head down but
get no rest. |
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| coulda woulda shoulda |
[Nov. 9th, 2010|10:11 am] |
you shouldnt startle a girl who has to pee
or push a girl with a broken knee
just liek you wouldnt swear in front of your mother
or your baby brother
you wouldnt pray to God unless a kid was dying
or cross your fingers unless you were lying
and you wouldnt take the Lord's name in vain...
but Jesus Christ, we could use some rain....... |
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| loss |
[Nov. 9th, 2010|10:09 am] |
the first, so sweet in innocence,
blood not thick but thin-
my father’s lost control and balance
and my lost lineage.
the second, so hurtful and without warning,
a break of bond behind my back-
my favorite mourning,
come to life by my mother’s unspoken choice.
the third, a legal tie to start,
a friendship failed between us-
leaning on a stressing heart,
my sister’s irrational temper.
the fourth, a bigger let down than all,
years of a warm tender touch-
lost to her irresistible fall
and seventy-one miles of fake smiles.
the last, but closest to home I dare say,
the blame and guilt I gripped-
were never truly mine in any way
but down the slippery slope, I soon slipped. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 5th, 2010|11:44 am] |
well aren't you just the king of compliments?
speaking so soft, sitting so still
and your speech sits in the crease
of the corners of your mouth, please
and thank you for your kindness,
its always on my mind now. |
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| long distance |
[Oct. 26th, 2010|02:33 pm] |
I am well equipped
with my hands on my hips,
to weather through your storm
and my anger
is a danger
in which i'm trapped-
held down and
pin pointed on the map.
i lost all that i worked towards
and you've gone...
i should've known it all along. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 26th, 2010|02:31 pm] |
like a teeter totter
or a weeble wobble,
like a swing up high
but you know you cant fly;
its sink vs swim
and you know you can't win. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 26th, 2010|02:26 pm] |
i'm lonely
but not lonely for you;
drowning my emptiness
and filling it to
the top of my sanity
through and through,
waiting for my brain to learn
stay away from the fire
and away from the stove
if you don't want to get burned.
happiness can be had
without a desirable yearn.
i look at my hands
and i look at my face
and nobody should know better than me
if everything in the right place.
i'm letting go of you
and everything we knew. |
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| quiet choir |
[Sep. 29th, 2010|05:08 pm] |
i heard the most quiet choir
singing songs just above a whisper
and i tell you Mister-
tooth, nail and wire,
you're bending to my every desire.
these melodies don't belong to me
but simple songs are the sweetest talk
and you buckle down into prayer or plea
leaning the weight of the world on your knees,
begging and begging just to be.
hmmm the night will buzz with song.
light the match, strike one ,four ,five,
breathe in deep and thrive,
taking the bait and singing along
with me, with me...
just be our favorite song |
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