Tuesday, May 23, 2006

The shadows are long
Down foot from the past
The place of intersections
Where the choices
Form our hearts
Our life
Your life
But mostly
A future

A place of innocence
Where mistakes are as cheap
As the rewards.
You my sweet man child.
When will the plastic soldiers
Give way to understanding this war.

Rebellion bittersweet
When washed away
With your lovers tears.
Tears that burn like liquor,
And yet still underage.
A privilege meant for
Maturity.
For a man.
Yet stolen in a game of dress up.

So much already a man.
Yet still a tender girl
Tears in the stolen night
And big talk in the sun
How do I show you
An unavoidable path.
A place with sense
Where you can grow
Into you
Into him
Or hym
Or her
Whoever you dream to be.

Child like security
Child like insecurity
You my sweet man child.
Dreaming.
Of the second star to the right.
Yet cursed to the passage of time.

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Wednesday, May 17, 2006

stormy skys wrench my tears
and i lie alone tonight
you too lie alone
yet to my face
Nothing but anguish
to quench my thirst
and bleed my wounds
for some small amount of sense
the fragile line between myself
and insanity
blurred in salty mist
as i try not to let you see
to see me in my broken form
to see me in my angry blur
your only vision
memoriesof the girl you used to love.

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