| And Still... More Poetry |
| No tears for what I'm doing Reliefe shadows my pain Regaining my freedom I only weep for the broken The boy who never made me cross I'll stretch my jagged wings and soar alone Leave him crying beneath me Be has to learn to fly without me So, as a bird pushes the young from her nest I'll leave him on his own and hope he finds the sky |
| Cradled in your arms The rest of the world cannot touch me Never safer than when wrapped in your love Tomorrow looms ever closer with each breath I take But I am no longer scared When I awake, I�ll see your sleeping face My guardian angel And whatever happens next I know you�ll be there to hold me as I sleep |
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| Today the skies are dark as my pen shivers in my hand. One of the first truly cold days in December. My skin is frosty, But my soul burns hotter than ever before, Kindled by the sweetest love. He teaches me more than I�ll ever know And my love for him grows in every passing moment. I thought I could never know boundless love again. I was broken one too many times, But my adoration has surpassed the edges of the universe Love knows no limits. So, though the sky is dismal today and the air is biting, I know I will always smile even in the absence of sunlight, And I have never felt so warm. Knowing my love touches him as he wanders through the city, Believing I can feel his love for me all over my skin as well. |
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| There is an edge of seriousness to my play I roll, romp and smile the tension away All the while calculating behind my fluttering eyelids Try hard to make each move unintentional I sit on your hips My wrists in your hands Smile Can you see the animal in my eyes? |
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| I scoffed at the martyr dying on his cross Sad for his peril A pity for his thoughts Refusing to scream in his pain He watched wide-eyed at the blood cascading his body Painting him a sinful red I did not stay to watch I find no joy in death My lead feet dragged with the weight of the condemned man I stared at the sky he would never see The flowers he would never touch And wondered what cause promoted his sacrifice Wondered what ignorance allowed his death |
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| I feel my death upon me now, breathing down my back. Slowly, carefully, crouching low. Primed for the attack. I turn to face it, claim my fate. You can�t outrun your death. And shedding not a single tear I take my final breath. Death begins advancing at a steady, even pace. I stare into his gaping hood and long to see his face. He raises up his arm to me and I prepare to die. Then quickly toss aside his hood and see his face is mine. |