Dirge

He was a sad and mournful song
A lonesome whispered lilt
The mountains
Streets
Bereft
Haunted
Carried on
 
He was a solitary sound
A single keening note
Through walls
And hallways
Wearing down
With pure and
Plaintive soul
 
He was a sad and mournful song
A sorrow filled refrain
No country
Home
Forlorn his name
A Dirge
He carried on
 
Inspired by a line from Ssly.

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What People Will See

okay, kalei, try this and think about it a bit:
every day, take a moment to breathe very deeply. and then reach deep down into yourself- that part of you, you love about you, and just be there for a few moments. every day. deep, loving breathes welling up from the deepest, loveliest, sweetest, strongest, part [...]

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What Do You Want People to See?

Maggie,
 
Interesting question to my own question, and I’ll to answer it.

What is it that I would like people to see?
I guess just me. Not dry, stressed out skin, or makeup, all though I have no problem with make up. I just don’t like it much when it’s what you see when you look at a [...]

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The Best Amends

Sometimes the best way to make amends to someone is to leave them alone.
 
This isn’t a passive-aggressive thing. It doesn’t mean just stop approaching me directly. It means do not approach me through others. Do not use/drop my name. Do not approach me through media, internet, skywriting or notes left under rocks. It means stop [...]

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Haiku, Too

I too hate haiku
haiku, I hate you, haiku
So haiku, fuck you

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Push

I scream the streets
Of Hollywood
Push my old Impala
I’m on my way
To meet the man
But on my heels
Another seems
To follow
 
I can’t shake
The imprint left
Your fingers
On my skin
I need the heat
I’m on my way to meet
The man
And stuck in high gear
 
I’m in the wind
I’ve got those high heels on
Oh, I know when
The feeling’s gone
I scream the streets
Of Hollywood
And [...]

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Tough

Tough Love.
I know what it means. I know how it feels. I know sometimes you have to care enough to give it.
But it’s tough, tough love. And it hurts too.
What kind of friend am I? Am I the kind of friend who stands by, longing for you to find your way, wanting to give only [...]

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Unwanted

Don’t touch me
Seriously
Who do you think you are?
Don’t touch me
Just don’t
If you are unsure, ask me
I’ll tell you, that yes…
I do mind
 
Don’t touch me
I’m not touching you
What have I been saying?
You have missed
What my eyes
Do convey
 
Step back
A few more steps
Or go away
I’ll remember
To be polite
And I won’t hurt you
 
Get back
And stay there
Make a space
My warning
Gives [...]

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The Greatest Show on Earth

You escape
Her becoming real
You take
Her image with you
Packing sparely
Your traveling show
 
Barker
Illusionist
Sideshow
Freak
Lion
Tamer
Acrobat
Master
Geek
 
Once more
Performing
The Greatest Show on Earth
Sailing overhead
In daring feats of skill
Hoping you don’t fall
Hoping you do
 
Always finding another
Willing to risk all
For promised glory
With more at stake
Than you
Trusting
In your grip
With faith
Your senses won’t fail
 
Safe in your arms
And reassuring words
They fly
A thrilling moment
Suspended
 
Space and time
Dismissed
Mere notions
Easily seen [...]

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Kissing Frogs

Kissing Frogs
Well, no. I am not really kissing them. But petting them. Carefully, with one gentle fingertip.
They look on, silent, occasionally perched on my arm where they landed, jumping from the wake of my more vigorous watering and weeding.
They don’t seem to mind the petting, but I try never to subject them to my affections. [...]

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