euphoric dreamdo you know what it is to dream?to want something that somehowstays just behind the doorand peeks out at youwith an impish grinbeckoning you to followlets you believe you can catch itseems so realright there in front of youbut it turns to gossamer at your touchdo you know what it is to want?to wish something so hardthat it hurt your soulbelieve in the possibilitiesto the pointthat you make your own truthchase after the illusionno matter the costwalk away from your "shoulds"and your "haves" and your "do's"for the chance at the "could"and the shimmer of the "maybe"do you know why you never got it?or did you?did you taste the sweetnessof a captured dream-prey?did you collapse in defeat?drag yourself back upto try and finish the raceseduced by the sparkle ofthe winner's crown?did you make it?do you know what it is to dream?
for Hunter Michaelyour eyes never did opendon't think they could quite yetand your tiny handswere too weak to grip my fingerbut you were beautiful.your lips were slightly partedas you fought for every breathnever a cry i heard from youwish i could have heard your voicejust once.i wanted to tell you so many thingsas i lay there and held youwaiting for you to leave mei wish i would have said morebut i was crying too hard.God i wished you wouldn't gobut i knew you needed tothere was nothing for you herejust pain and sorrow and tearsbut i wanted you.You'll never know aboutthe puppy i bought youand you'll never seethe room I spent so much time onbut you're happy now.so i said goodbyebut i want you to knowi will always love youand you are not forgottenyou are my firstborn son.
hidingi sit here.wrapped in a blanket of my hurtsthey suffocate mebut they are familiarand they are mineand that comforts me.i peek out.beyond the safety of myselfand see the otherswho have made ittheir blankets in pilesleft behind on the floor.i watch them.they dance with each otherwith smiles that are realthey sing songs of hopeand revel in the freedomthat self-forgiveness brings.i pick at them.the scabs that never really healedthey ooze the scarlet painand i let them bleedbecause i need to feelanything is better than nothing.i want to.reach beyond this blanketthey beckon me with their lightbut as i reachmy blanket opensand i am exposed.so i sit here.
midnight blisswatching you intentlyas you smile into my eyeswe both know what we're here fordesires we can't disguiseshivers of anticipationdance along my skinstretch my body over the sheetswaiting to beginlips that brush against mestir my very corearch my back and softly moanwanting so much morewait, you say with a wicked smilethere's many things to comebut i want the end, the raging blissthe two becoming oneslowly now the journey is madethe trip from head to toeteasing, touching, taunting meyour tongue dancing to and froi want to pull you into meinto my very soulbut you smile and take me to the edgetormentous pleasure is your goalthe sounds of rising passionfloat upon our aircan't i push it farther nowcan't i meet you therefinally you're above meyour eyes even with minei gently kiss your tender mouthas we cross the final line.
A Day With Alexlook at me mommyi made this for youmommy what's this word mean?mommy tie my shoei need a drink of wateri want to watch tvi don't WANT to go to bedcan you lay down with me?mommy why's my hair red?and why do i have feet?why do some people sleep outside?don't they have food to eat?why's that lady so big and fat?and what's on that old guy's nose?why does the doctor check my ears?why do we wear clothes?where do babies come from?why do people fart?what do people do at school?and what is "gwafic art"?will you ever leave me mommy?will i get real big?wanna see my muscles, mom?look at me, i'm a pig!mommy, i sure do "wuv" you lotsi'm glad you tuck me ini don't wanna be naughty, mom.can we go see Auntie Min?am i still a little baby?can i play football soon?i think i'm getting tired nowmom, you're more pretty than the moon.
pullsomething about youpulls me.i step back from the cliffcan't fall yetbut yet i want to inch closerjust for a momentit's okayjust want toscrape my toeovertheedgeand watch the gravelas it spills over.i won't slipi promise.just need to be closer to youwhy? don't knowjust to see i guessdon't look downdon't need toi can feel the groundI'm okayyou're calling mebut i'm afraidit's too far to jumpi don't have the strengthno waityou don't understandi fell last timenever made it therei just want to stand herefor nowwatch the gravelas it spills over.i won't fallnot this timei promise.
my frienda friend of mine is talkingcan't hear hercan only see the shadows in her haunted eyeshe's been drinking again, she saysno bruises...on the outside.my heart aches to watchwhat this gentle soul has becomei tell her to leavewhile she has something leftbut i can seewhat she had is almost gonenot your fault, I saybut she doesn't believe meshe just stands thereand lets me stare into her wounded soulwhat will you do?i askbut her tears are the only answershe doesn't knowstay, i supposeand so i sighand walk away from the mirror.
neverNever againwill I sit on the edgeof an angel's bed andoffer myselflike a sacrificepouring out my heart likeholy oilblinded by their lightas they beckon me to followtoo in love to see the darknessbeyond their smilestoo desperate to taste the acidin their sweetnessNever againwill I turn away my gazefrom the carnage I see behind themthe litter of those heartsruined by their callous wordsand refuse to see the paini am asking to feelNever againwill I walk into the ghettoof a doomed, abusive loveand believe that my planted flowerswill make it a fit place to livebelieve that my coat of whitewash paintwill erase the writing on the walli have been there too longand i say never again.
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