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| April 21, 1999 We sat on the sofa The man and I. He flickered, a ghost. And I had never much believed in them. Stench of cheap alcohol. Thick film of filth. The triumphs, the humiliations and The tide of his children lay at his feet. Floors littered with past, present and future plans He kicks them around indifferently. His demeanor reeks of apathy. Violent images flicker before us on The rundown, dirt encrusted television. He grins. He drools. He laughs as children shoot children. Laughs as the wildflowers of his creation transform themselves into Venus fly traps. Never bothering to intervene. Never bothering to move. He wallows in his filth. And I wallow in my hatred for him. We sat on the sofa of humanity, God and I. He flickered, a ghost. Unreal, uncaring, unconcerned I never much believed in ghosts anyway. |
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| As the dusk slowly faded to night, As the air grew bitterly cold, And the stars began to speckle the sky, I reclined alone on the cool pavement of my driveway. I breathed in the clean air And let the night absorb me. Floating away from the world, The moon as my guide, I forgot my troubles. Peacefully relaxing on the concrete, I breathed easily for the first time. The weight of the world No longer compressed my lungs And a soft happiness dared to surface in my mind. In a place where everyone could see And no one did, A warm, friendly tear rolled lazily from my eye. It traced my cheek, leaving a salty trail And hovered about my earlobe Before falling into my hair, recklessly splayed about On the ground |
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| I search his face Imperfect, sunken and familiar A face I�ve seen over and over Through every grade and every class Today, it is no different from yesterday. Every feature is the same Each expression so much like the one before it But it�s somehow changed It radiates Lends itself to a beauty I never saw before And as I gaze, Deeply searching the face of a childhood friend Straining to see some returned tenderness Or reciprocated emotion� He only glances at me, Oblivious to my designs, And wonders why I stare at him so much |
| If I sacrificed myself to be within your arms If I kept my mouth shut to avoid causing alarm If I gave away my soul, was less than what I am Would my lack of womanhood make you appear a man? Would you want me if I never told you how I feel? Would you date me if you knew you�d find a better deal? If I had no reason you would leave me in a blink I appreciate that more than you would ever think Some will call us hateful. Some will say we do not see Others call us selfish and it fits us to a tee Some will say we�re greedy just because we will not share People who say nothing only know that we don�t care Though I know they mean to wound, I cannot take offense Others will not have their fun upon my own expense They fear that which they do not know. They don�t know what I am They cannot understand a girl who doesn�t give a damn |
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| He makes me a child again Melts away my shell wrought by years of fragile adolescense I nuzzel him Bury my face in his side I feel safe with him, like a baby in her father's arms He makes me giggle like a school girl on a play ground A reminder of my lost youth and my squandered innocense But I do not cry for these things anymore Only try to live a better day and rejoyce in the thought that he may be there Keeing me constantly young. |
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