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Walls With No Gates
don't come near me.
just because you can't see the wall
doesn't mean you won't hit it.
no, there's no gate where you can get in.
i built over that long ago.
why are there different kinds of brick?
well, i had to add on a few times.
don't bother getting comfortable outside, either
i get nervous when people stay
soon they all want in
and i'll never let that happen
because they trash the place.
oh, don't tell me that crap
I can too stay in here forever.
I have everything I need here.
well, let's put it this way -
if I don't have it now, i don't need it
and i sure don't want to go outside and get it.
i know you're not asking to move inside permanently
but i don't allow visitors either.
it's a mess in here,
can't seem to get the place cleaned up
from the last person I let in.
and don't think if you hang out here long enough
that i'll ever let you in.
you think you're the first person
to bring flowers for my window?
Sorry. You're not.
Can you leave now?
you are worth nothing without me.
everything you are is what i have given you.
stupid, ignorant words
yet when they fall like acid
from the lips of your beloved
you are forced to look around you
and see what is there -
not what you want it to be.
in that instant of realization
you are stripped of everything
the colors drained from the cute little life
you've painted for yourself
and suddenly, the black and white
too stark for you to deal with
how could you have not seen
these fatal flaws in the design?
oh, you painted over them.
bright, brilliant colors
layer upon layer
And the green that made them think of emerald fields
was for the endless nights spent crying
until your eyes screamed for rest
and your lungs were too tired to sob anymore
the red strokes
those are for the hours spent
so angry you frightened yourself
so full of rage you questioned your sanity
and no one knew
you're too embarrassed to admit
you made yet another wrong choice
so you paint again.
Sphere of My Soul
no one's ever seen inside this
(can't let them ever)
fragile sphere i hold
no one's ever reached out to
touch past the outer wounds
(I know it's ugly but)
to the shimmering colors within
the barely burning flame of hope
(can I still believe?)
that wavers yet never dies
(Do I dare to dream this?)
wish someone would
(god i wish you would)
but i guess i'm damaged goods now.
soft spoken words
(can't believe this)
and love songs you sang
(you saw this and you're still here)
warmed and nurtured it
(you're still reaching farther)
healed the cuts until all that is left
(you've been hurt too?)
are the thin white scars
(can I touch yours?)
the reminder of what i was,
with the overlay of what could be
(I'm afraid to think of it all!)
think i love you
but i'm scared
you think i'm mixed up,
(I need you to.)
so here I stand before you
(looking down at the ground)
i hold my soul in bl
hmm. i'm still in my life.
still sitting here in this skin
wondering if I will ever get out.
not really sure if I need to
let's try this again - I got sidetracked.
why do i write "dear diary"?
who am I writing to?
not like I have someone
who will read this and think,
what a profound person.
it's not like anyone cares to see
what's in my head
this paper full of worthless crap I write.
dear whoever you are.
guess I'm writing to myself.
probably could, since I don't even know
who i am
what I want.
feel better around strangers...
you can be who you want.
not who you are.
who'd want to be that?
maybe if I knew who I was,
i'd be that.
can i be you?
are you worth being?
be something else for a while
want to slide out of my skin
like a snake
slither into another
and taste the edges with my tongue
or maybe not.
maybe i'll just finish this stupid thing
i'm trying to write.
The Ocean Of Timethe ocean of time is deceptively calm
before i knew it
i was far from where i thought
and no amount of swimming
will take me back to shore
where the children play so carefree
and life is toys in the sand
forever's horizon looms
not so far off as i think
and tomorrow is almost long ago
Adventures in TV Shoppingwatch the infomercial for a sticky green goo
"guaranteed to get your legs baby smooth"
see the furry guy get his leg hair ripped off
but he's smiling!
it must not hurt too bad
wave my hand to dispel the protests
of a husband who's lived through this before
can't dial the phone fast enough
I GET AN EXTRA BOTTLE IF I CALL RIGHT NOW!
pay the 5 bucks for really fast shipping
and feel a swell of pride hearing they'll throw in a bottle
of fat fighter pills
I'm such a good bargain shopper
I ignore the sad, pleading look on my husband's face
and run to the fridge for more beer.
3 days later
Adrenaline courses through my veins
kid on christmas morning
but this kid will be SMOOTH
toss aside the booklet and the "prep soap"
i saw the commercial.
I can do this.
where to do it...ah yes.
inside of my leg!
that's an important spot.
smear the sticky glop
rub the cloth over it...
oh god what if this hurts?
oh god it DID hurt.
wipe the watering eyes
survey the damage
what? 1 hair on the c
the train rideriding on a train
in the dead of night
children whisper to their mothers
where are we going
is it very far yet?
fall is turning to winter
and the snow settles
like a blanket of silence
as they shuttle to their destination
the mothers comfort their tired
and try to feed their hungry
we're going to have cocoa when we get there!
and tightly squeezed hands
are shared by all
don't know what's going on
but we're sure it will all be fine
tongues clucking softly
while the fathers sit like stone
contemplating choices made
rifling through the variations
of what could have happened
as they gently run their fingers over
the six-pointed star on their sleeves.
Forever UntitledEver think about how long forever really is?
We throw the word around...
but do we really think?
That's as far as the mind's eye can think to go
and then a lot farther.
That's a long time.
and yet we say forever like it's nothing.
Ever really listen to a wedding vow?
Til death do us part.
not forever, really...
but it's OUR forever.
to have and to hold
for better or worse.
yet we walk away from these vows every day.
What does a promise mean?
If I tell you I will do something, but don't promise,
does it matter if I don't do it?
If I say I promise does it make a difference?
what is forever?
what's a vow?
what's a promise?
do we mean them?
do we know?
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
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