

CawingShe cawed, restless under the covers, writhing over the years, pressing outward,Cawing
rolls of linen and cotton pressing the wings to the mattress sheets. Silk ribbons tangled her down and pressed the feathers back, twisted them. Once upon a time there was a firebird
before the prince caught her.


Hunting for your HeartI sent my cupid, his sarcoid cheeks flapping. He lugged his arbalest, cold iron mechanism burning like the will-o-wisp morels of my marshed moat. The tumbrel rattled down the road - I wouldn'tHunting for your Heart
make him walk all that long way. (I shred his wings a while back, but, the crossbow's heavy - couldn't fly. Wouldn't have made a difference.) He'll get there to your orchard, limp down that alameda with a whimper
for callouses, charring fingers with the human iron of the bow. Oh dauphin, my cupid'll find you. Under the gold confetti on the cupola of night sky (cliche, I know


ExcusesI tried to write you a poem, but tired of backspaces, cryptic remarks and cliches, I put it away.Excuses
Besides, anything I write is too good for you anyhow.


Fallen.Who can say if we have fallen?Fallen.
The morning's calling angel tears
to frost drenched shadows.
A black jewel caws in a tree.
Divide my senses, deny eternity.
I see a dying world in garments
of my innocence.
Deny eternity.
Darling, you abide in regret
as bred beyond the scenes of your life. Yet, who can tell if we have fallen?


The Unclosed DoorIn quiet contemplation she wanders Down the path that she has travelled once before Familiar eyes grow dim in fleeting shadow Open hands claw at a closing door.The Unclosed Door
In quiet meditation she's praying For someone to come and show her what she seeks Familiar tears grace an unfamiliar face Who is this girl, so timid and meek?
In the quiet of the night she dances With a million others, but she feels alone Familiar movements bring back the pain she hides But she keeps it so it won't be known.
With quiet resolution she's falling For a risk that she has no


Whatever Makes You Happy"Whatever makes you happy..." That is the motto I've been living by for so long... given up so many smiles to see them smile... lived through all the hurt and forced myself to be strong..Whatever Makes You Happy
Selfishness I watched for 16 years how greed tears the world apart... the sin


Perfect Is ImpossiableParents claim to uderstand Parents claim to have done crazier thingsPerfect Is Impossiable
If they slpet around If they did drugs If they failed at classes If they dropped out If they got pregnant young If they lied If they stole If they went to jail If they just didn't care
They want us to learn from them They want us to be better They want us to be... Perfect
What would perfect be to them? Getting c's Getting involved Not having a boy friend Not doing drugs Tell them everything Tell them what is wrong in school
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Reality is just one dream-walk away...
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Ideas are bulletproof, until you're actually at gunpoint.
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