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searching for something...
Hours on hours
If I travel
if I find
the answers I'm seeking
will they lead me
I bathe myself
I don't want
to be lonely
don't want your bed
I love you so,
I could ever
You are so sweet
so mild and gentle
so kind to me
warm in summer
I'll walk the miles
the cold beaches
in the sidewalk
and the puddles
and orange flags
let me pass
these moments on
and I will walk
crowded city streets
Until I find you somewhere
in a corner
and so wonderful
is your love...
my feet will not
Not if I know
hold you soon.
If In The Morning You Are BreathingIf In The Morning You Are Breathing
Terror, Love, terror
Each night, asleep.
Fearing no bad dreams, no
Yet the unsettling is complete.
For if I close my eyes,
And you, you do not wake--
Wasting every breath I keep--
And you somehow have escaped;
This realm, this realm that holds your soul:
If in the morning you are not whole,
T'would be no miner leap:
I would with you withdraw--
And draw no breath
And make no speech.
So Love, here, hear me beseech:
Let us each settle down in gentle
Let our repose crawl and creep;
And when the morning finally dawns
Let the sunlight be replete:
With you, with you Love--
As both we know
Is no unaccomplished feat
Take the air, draw in the air
And forever it repeat.
Love PoemA flower may not live forever, but neither does a heart
So my soul will still yearn for you
You are the mountains beyond my reach
You are the river that keeps my lips moist
And you are the rose that sits at my feet
Telling me that my soul is wrapped around those
Thoughts of clarity, and of dignity
In three clear words
That must never
I LOVE YOU
You could lie all you want, about those words
Yet, in the end, there is no denying what it means
You can't pull away just because someone says so
And you can't just tell yourself no
Because your path and fate, is up to that
The soul that rides down this forever willing river
The soul that wants you, the soul that wants me
To tell you those three words over and over again
So if I could, and if I will
I could simply say them
Until my throat ran dry
The rain can be felt in more then one way, it can be happy or sad
I could have let the chance slip through
If I'm thisif I fall...
and nobody's there
I'll have floor-
and don't care
If it's nothing-
good to beLIEve
I pick its LIE-
and hope I live
If I walk-
everytime it rains
I'ts I hope-
cold hearts feel no pain
If I can't-
trust in this mess
Even my shadow-
left in darkness
If I dream-
having you each day
It's all I-
have to hope- to stay
This Alice knows It's only a dream
But I'll never ever stop dreamin
That girl over there,
Who is spoken about behind her back
About her flashy clothes,
Her ego as large as the universe.
Yet no one knows this is her only way of becoming that perfect person
She's always dreamt of being.
That boy, who fools around while playing sports,
Falling, tripping, knocking into other people on purpose,
Just to get a laugh out of the class.
Yet no one knows that he is ignored at home,
And being the class clown is his only way of receiving attention.
That girl, with dyed hair the color of blood,
And too many bracelets to count on her arms,
With a mask of a smile always on her face.
Yet no one knows of the scars underneath her bangles,
Or how badly she wants to shine, to be known, be seen
That boy who calls out in class,
Curses constantly, gets detention weekly,
Breaks the rules as if it's as easy as ripping a piece of paper.
Yet no one knows that it's all unintentional,
That he wishes he could be one of those average students.
That girl, always hyper and energe
People keep telling me to let go,
To forget the past
And look forward to the future,
That it'd be best for me.
But they don't realize how hard letting go of the most important person in your life truly is.
Like letting go of
The way butterflies in my stomach flew,
And the way fireworks went off each time he and I kissed.
Or how my heart skipped a beat at the sight of him,
With his auburn hair and his gorgeous blue eyes.
Like letting go of
The memories of us that I played over and over in my mind,
Making me miss him even more with every recollection.
Or knowing how perfectly his fingers fit next to mine,
And the little squeeze of his hand that reminded me I wasn't alone.
Like letting go of
Like the sound of bells chiming so beautifully,
As we would both walk side by side,
Talking until our voices were hoarse.
Like letting go of
Always wishing he was next to me,
With his arms wraped tightly around my waist,
His soothing, calming voice
Lulling me to sleep.
Like letting go of
No One Else but Us"Prepare for
As always I hold my breath
A hundred flights--
I still prepare for death.
I can smell the bitter grit
Feel the caustic burn
All before I see the smoke
I'll never learn.
Futile. Wasteful. My work.
The machinations of Mars
--Or is it man?--
Have left too many scars
To cause strife.
I brace myself
Finally at coasting height.
Not setting autopilot
I steer within sight
Of the visible columns
Of gray ascending
Boring through the air
I don't need to lock on
To see the dreaded
My wingmen follow
Where I am headed.
Heedless want for glory
I scream out their accusation
I know it isn't true
What cathartic elation.
Almost there. We're diving.
The sick funnels charred and black
We have with us everything that
Eventually the touchdown
It may have been swifter than
Any I or another have steered before
Or ever will again.
I hurdle the open sides
Of the cockpit
Roses in the DesertWhite roses cover the sands of the desert,
A fragrant golden snow for you.
I watch the light upon your face,
cast soft shadows of blue.
Keep your head upon my shoulder,
until I go crashing to the ground.
In the night my stars cover your body,
echoing the world's soft sound.
White roses bloom on the sands of the desert,
A rising cloud of pure intent.
To see your eyes reflect the emotion,
I take in your fingertips of content.
Together we run through the veins of time,
And rain falls through the sand.
I light the expanse of the broad sky on fire,
spreading the word throughout the land.
White roses wither in the sands of the desert,
A last stand to be at your side.
I have given to you everything that I am,
holding your tears while you cried.
The moon turns the tides of the sand,
you hold me through the motion.
The roses couldn't have been more right,
we lost each other in devotion.
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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