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How will you live?
Look at me.
I’ve got your heart in my hands.
I can do with it as I please
And I’ve got you up against a wall.
you’re too weak to take it back.
How will you live without it?
~x~
I trusted you!
But you took my heart and smashed it!
So now I’ll do the same to you.
How will you live without it?
Look at me.
I’ve got your heart in my hands.
I can do with it as I please
And I’ve got you up against a wall.
you’re too weak to take it back.
How will you live without it?
~x~
I trusted you!
But you took my heart and smashed it!
So now I’ll do the same to you.
How will you live without it?
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Briar Rose
Briar Rose
Was it only curiosity that moved him
Beyond the dense dark thickets
The impenetrable overgrowth of roses
Held motionless in their various stages
Of blossoming and decay
Or was there more
Urging him towards the evidence
Of time dividing his world
From the legend contained
And when he finally saw her
Still
Among the dozing riches
Somnolent and dumb
The scene must have resembled a mausoleum
More than a fairy tale
It couldn't have been her beauty
That urged him on
To wake her with
The inscrutable choice of a kiss
He had to have stumbled into this twisted
Somniferous tale
With some kind of knowledge
Or at least th
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Guest Worker
Guest Worker
I am clumsy with words,
Shifting them like heavy earthen vessels,
Unwieldy things whose numbers and circumferences
Exceed the breadth of my arms and quantity of hands
And whose sounds hit heavy
When they land,
Sometimes beautiful even when theyve broken.
Reworking them in combinations
I have once heard spoken,
Im not particularly successful
At keeping the cadence.
With words, I am in a foreign land.
Others seem as though expression
Is second nature to them,
But words are not
My first language.
Why does the unskilled worker like myself
Return to the world
Where uttered combinations
Resonate with
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relics
relics
an unused airline ticket
the ticket stub from a concert played long ago
and the now worn out lyrics of a song
these things settle
into forgotten places
into the recesses of an untidy desk drawer
into the hidden compartment of a purse
or under the weighted location
between pages of an unread book
artifacts which alone do not speak
but which when unearthed
begin to tell a story
suggest a secret past
they are the tattered remnants of longing
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this one is wierd.... it's kind of boy says girl says. pick which one u want to be the boy or girl. random word spazzing....
it makes no sense XD inspired by a picture that i am too lazy to link XD
it makes no sense XD inspired by a picture that i am too lazy to link XD
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