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| October Three Distance/ has fallen from days to months Miles/ are not the only measure of seperation Distance/ seen in the eyes where truth is missing Trust/ blinded by the endless hope of change Silence (silence) Invading me like a hurricane Torrential downpours of pernicious words and tempers (silence) Invading me like a marching band to a street Parading overbearing selfishness and malice (silence) Invading me like swarms of bees Masquerading as tumultuous irrational thought (silence) Invading me So deafening It rapes me awake night after night In The Mourning A closet full of naked rose scented hangers Serving as a tomb to my aromatic blend of sneezes The lingering stench of mothballs in empty drawers blanket me to keep you warm in my heart A crocheted comforter perfectly handmade Spreads to protect a permanently cold, empty bed The purring of kittens circling my feet Complimenting me as they think I am you And a mind full of fading childhood remembrances Drift onto this page and out of my aging, forgetful heart Wave-Goodbye Drifting in and out of my life Like waves to the shore Trying to pull you in as You slip away Again and again ~Crashing and breaking~ Taking a grain of me with you Each time you go And slowly, I'm melting into you as You drift away ~You crash and break me~ You are the wave Drifting in and out Again and again And I am the sand that Can't keep you ashore Firefly Capture me in your glass jar /Don't forget to poke the holes/ I cannot breathe/ No one sees how beautiful I can be/ As they leave me to suffocate all alone/ Stare at my light as long as you can 'Cause it's amazing how I have that/ -inside-/ I cannot survive much longer/ And just as you realize how beautiful I am/ I will be laying at the bottom Sunlight For The Rose Opening like a rose; She holds nothing back Only when she holds the pen Is she in full bloom -unfolding- Suppressed like a bud; At first, she cowers Wrapping herself in her words -unfolding- Petals flare out; To expose The center of it all -unfolding- A beautiful flower... ...That hides within the words Rearview Mirror Feeling like I'm in fast forward- And it's all behind me now... Patched together like a quilt. Each experience a different texture and size. Each experience a different hill and curve. Staring ahead at the limitless view behind me And at the end of it, nothing matters. Each experience a different shade of blue and green and brown. Each experience weaves a different peice of my soul And it trails behind- Patched together like a quilt. Tear Shape Snowflake Think about me when you're not around/Whisper that you miss me 'cause you know I can still hear you/Blow me a kiss for the breeze will always carry it to me/Toss me a flower and I'll say Thank You in your heart/Look at my picture when you feel your memory fade/Remember who I was while you're remembering that I'm gone/And if you come tomorrow know that I'll be there to greet you |
| Interpretations Thought I heard the message But sleep continues the puzzle And when I look so hard to find the meaning Makes it that much harder to see Nine said I didn't understand And now I cry for finally understanding Thought I was to realize letting go So I tried, but it still comes When I think I've finally found the meaning Sleep continues the puzzle and makes it that much harder to see Family Tree Of Greed THE ALMIGHTY DOLLAR takes the face of a relative as family is thrown away for another easy way out GREED Renovates the house of childhood memories to satisfy it's dollar signs instead of repairing family wounds MATERIALISM Measures your wealth in dollars instead of happiness FINANCIAL GAIN Keeps the knowledge locked in a safe while family struggles with the reality that it never was a family Bliss A repetitive hand motion; Unleashing a single moment of bliss -Bliss- Transpiring to a silent scream in a house full of dead slumber Blue A known presence not seen or heard Significant images unimportant to sight Specific colors light up the meaning An inch of water from the sympathy river Guiding the way through a house of dreams The Guest Drenching her clothes with Patchouli to try and cover her natural obeise scent She's convinced the black hair dye takes the focus off her two faces; while stocking up on it at the supermarket Her only self esteem comes after painting pounds of make up on her face and hanging an "Always Open" sign between her legs Starving for affection at home forces her into my place at dinner while finding my chair is too small for her Now five years later, after flunking out of Jenny Craig, her size has doubled and her jealousy stares back at her everytime we cross Demonic Sanity I sit/Vomiting my demons onto this paper/Sucking my energy through the words I write/As I watch them/Each one I know by name/For they are the ones I cannot escape/ Lines drawn many times but still crossed/ For they are the psychic leeches and know which path to take across the line/ I watch/Losing a little each day as they feast upon this paper like buzzards to my flesh as I am not even dead yet/ Stopping now with my final line/The guarantor to my demonic sanity and last shred of 'self' The Beauty Of Email Email to email/Instead of face to face/Gives you the courage to blurt out your true feelings/Tearing me apart when I've done nothing wrong/Hiding behind the page like a child's security blanket thinking that I can't see you behind it/ Glaring through your typed words like they're made of glass/ I see the real you behind them and once you click 'send' you can't take them back/So I see who you are/Email to email/Because you haven't the courage face to face |