RecessionI thought this corner safe from storms that gathered in the gloom the baying wolf-pack at the door would never reach the room,Recession
provincial, childish hopes now die my mother leaves again provincial office where she worked to grimly london train.
Although the weather whirled, I thought this house was safe and warm. How long can I sit at my desk and stare out at the storm?
A year onTwelve moons have waxed and waned tonight, a stranger on the ledge staring up where the velvet orb caressed the daytime's edgeA year on
The rain that tumbles, pure and clean remembers silent sorrow a stranger shaped themself for love discarded on the morrow,
and loathing of the mirror, blade once sharp against the white "I'll hurt myself instead of you and somehow, that's alright"
Twelve moons have waxed and waned today, a sacrifice in vain to savage pagan deity and now the falling rain
has washed the dust of steps once took &nbs
Break-upTiger-like that night, with fevered eyes I paced rooms we’d been until, released to dusky light, cages shattered, splintered, showed the old disgrace. Tiger-like that nightBreak-up
skies of dimly orange glow were striped with slight bands of cloud. The concrete river led from place to place, my feet were carried. Falling from a height
then I wished to scream, or sob, or lost, retrace steps we took together. Thoughts were filled with blight, calmer but returning raging, with tearless face tiger-like, that night.
The Wave-WatcherShe rises from the surface of the water, a thousand diamonds glimmering on her salty dreadlocks, swims out far. She is called a ‘surfer chick’ by those who see her (some don’t) somewhat inaccurately. Also wave-watcher, mermaid Queen-of-the-sea. She laughs at the bodyboarders and surfers with their silly planks as they attempt to ride the white-froth punches, bridles the white horses Frolics in the spray. She clicks her fingers and the waves engulf all but the strongest swimmers, dragging them under half-drowniThe Wave-Watcher
PrideSilence. Anger. Hate. Fear.Pride
All are equal before them all. No matter who one is , he/she cannot escape it. As do I. My silence was felt. My anger is true. My hate burns me. My fears kill me. Out of control I wish me luck.
Fear.
The weapon of control. Suddenly stop. Ignore the right or wrong. Self preservation.
Hate.
Unknown fear. Unknown anger.
Anger.
A proposal of death.
Silence.
The deadliest sin.
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I propose a cult to silence
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Try to rape your mind with your drugs and your guns
And try to change the world, for your time will never let go
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Living a life is the way of lying to yourself that death shall not come. But before dying you have a whole life to live!
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Hail to the story teller,
Hail weaver of dreams,
Will you take our hearts tonight,
To a place we have never seen?
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Hail to the story teller,
Hail weaver of dreams,
Will you take our hearts tonight,
To a place we have never seen?
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I've always wanted to be a rocket ship.
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Oh.
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I've always wanted to be a rocket ship.
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