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When Once Spring Fell in Love with WinterI once knew a boy
with springtime eyes
and a smile that led up to sunshine.
He lived by a girl
who had wintery hair
and a gaze that could turn you to snow.
They met in the summer
next to the swings at the park
where the water shoots out of the ground.
And when the water flow slowed
and the autumn chill bit,
their songs blended concerto one to four.
Their two-toned chord held long enough for the storm clouds to break.
Then that girl, silly girl, with the wintery hair
met a boy who smelled just like summer
and she melted so hard and he froze up so fast,
that springtime had no time to shine.
The crestfallen boy with the springtime eyes
wilted. He almost lost his smile.
Til there came along a girl, oh, a wonderful girl,
with grace like autumn leaves falling.
Her touch, wonderful touch, caught the boy's sunshine smile
and made her sparkle like the first frost of fall.
Their stories cycled on in the years as they past, but the spring never forgot the winter.
more then wordsi love you
he said gluing the girl's head back onto her neck
and sweeping up broken pieces of plaster
scattered across the floor
i love you
he said brushing fingertips along shoulder blades
pausing at the lower back, pulling invisible strings
with his breathe lingering on her skin
i love you
he said memorizing the way she tilted her head when
brushing her teeth, numbering the freckles on her back
and considering the flavor of her favorite ice cream
i love you
said the little wildflower he left on the kitchen counter,
the gaudy ivory and emerald anniversary earrings,
and the halting poetry hanging in the hallway
i love you
he said using easy words undressed,
overflowing with realistic sentiment
and underwhelming simplicity
i love you
Blowing KissesI blow kisses at her back
She thanks me
without looking up.
She's overflowing with kisses
but all aimed away...
I circle around
Blow kisses and more kisses
that strike at the top of her head.
She looks up to hand me a folded heart and show me away
-her hand on my back-
to again aim the other way.
So I move on to another
and blow kisses in her face
She catches them, unseeing
looks at them with empty eyes
and finds some practical use,
cutting them into pieces
without a word
for some project I cannot understand.
She looks at me
but there is nothing to give back.
I remember staying up late with someone once
blowing kisses into each other,
absorbing light and throwing out more.
Smiles shared as we basked
in the inner glow we were consumed within.
it's not the same.
So I tried with him instead.
I blew him kisses that he took and then advanced
but he wasn't seeking that inner glow
and when he breaks away it's as if we never touched.
I blow him kisses,
he takes them
Allegorical Feelingindescribable, isn't it?
feverish, saturated emotions
overflowing from the inside, cannot conceal it
never wanted to try anyway
limitless sensations overwhelmingly
yearning to be touched...
i couldn't have said it better myself
licorice flavored and it sticks...
ostentatious, isn't it?
very, yes very
even if you try to hide it
desire is pouring from your eyes and emulated in your fingertips
your body is glowing with it
oh, and you're blushing
under the skin
may i? it's mouthwatering
open your eyes and look, see
every single thought...is you
Beautiful's an Oxymoron"There is something s a t i s f y i n g about squeezing someone else's pimples." He said, running his fingertips meticulously across the skin on my back. He looked for that tiny excuse to pinch me until it drew blood. His car was parked along the curb outside my house again and it was January. Which meant he reminded me again, "Salt your sidewalks, I think that ice is going to kill me someday." The kitchen is always cleaner when he's here. The faucet. I always check the faucet. If he's here it gleams brightly without flaw, mirroring my face back at me, making my nose look big. I have always wondered if that reflection was the more accurate one.
I spotted a white one on his shoulder but I didn't want to touch it.
He'd pluck out the tiny stray hairs after he shaved. I will never understand why he doesn't just shave them too. He told me I was beautiful, looking in my eyes, and I hungered for his s m o o t h
From 5 pm to 7 amThe days grow long, then get l o n g e r
Though the light of day grows shorter
And I've got to be strong, then s t r o n g e r
To survive until five without you
If the darkness is the absence of light
Then the absence of you is d a r k e r
And like a crystal to the candlelight
You are the prism that bends life into scattered rainbows
and you've saved my five to seven.
They say God gave all things o p p o s i t i o n
so when contemplating my disposition
you are the right to my wrong
and I discovered I needed you all along
because you save my five to seven.
The Addictshe craves beyond life
something out of reach
normal not enough
a world inside her head
dreams and nightmares a pleasurable escape
everyday the everyday everyday
up and down today yesterday
melting nows and nevers
vulnerable target he takes
she still craves
this marionette has no strings
dancing inanimate object
no it's not
it's not it's
n o t i m p o s s i b l e
it stops now it stops
life can begin
greatest giftmy greatest gift
scrawled across bleached pressed wood
blotched on t-shirts and jeans
stained fingers, inked eyes
disconnect from today
reality lost in dreams
life passes by
my greatest curse
today is precious
touch the air of morning
smell wet paint of today
lay in puddles of leftover yesterdays
and bask in sunlight of fleeting moments
let go of fantasies
let the balloon escape floating
smaller and smaller
a dot of blood in clouds and sky
my greatest gift
Rem CycleOnce Mickey Mouse did my chores and made all the baby goats sing
and the next day I ran and ran but was still too late
that ending was terrible, and it happened again and again
I was once at the circus-like carnival and went on this ride
again and again
even though I almost fell to my death every time
Then as I rode in a car, the driver always used to disappear
and I was left to drive through a pounding heart when I had no idea how
and the road was always broken
Once I kissed a boy like a woodpecker might do
and I really couldn't look at him for a week after that
And once my best girlfriend felt me up and I liked it
I've been an adventurer on a mission to save something or someone
I've been a romantic with a faceless man
I've been a homeless child looking for love
and in a blink I'm just me again.
.:~Four Little Heads~:.Oh the first night the first thing you see
four small heads will peak in from outside the door
their glowing eyes scare you to where you fall onto the floor
the scratching of their metal claws
and the pitter patter of their tiny paws
you hear childish giggles as you back away toward the other door
but what you don't realize is that their parents are outside awaiting your grand entrance
their creepy grins and glowing eyes
once you glance up you will let out a fearful cry
the fox comes running down the hall so fast
to meet the human play thing at last
the chicken claps her metallic wings together causing loud clanking
"Hooray! hooray!" she lets a couple of cheers escape from her voice box
remember not to look them in their cold emotionless eyes
because if you do you will surely be hypnotized
there is no use in trying to run
because the fox will chase after you
and for him that would be greatly fun
Princess Twilight-MLP-Sparkle: A Magical MemorialPrincess Twilight Sparkle:
Your new castle is empty and vacant now, no cheerful hellos to greet us.
No wings to brush the air, nor to take anypony under-
No magic powers, no Twilight time will share the friendship in our hearts.
I have put away your Element of Harmony, your crown, and all the other things you won't be needing.
But I will miss you, my special somepony, for none of us could never measure,
The happines, compassion, dedication, magic, the comfort and sorrow you gave us all.
And since Princess Celestia brought you to us all, and me, in earthly joy and sorrow;
I'm sure that where you go, will be a place for you in Canterlot's bright tomorrow...
In the magical land of Equestria.
The Glow of Candlelit EyesAlone in dark decay and dust
on old wallpaper floors
-spark, fizz, hiss-
a scant stick on scorched fingers
the glow exposes shaky shadows
flickering against the soot
Close to the floor, concealed by cloth,
something shimmers twice
Feathers of flame dance on glistening black
wet and shimmering still waters,
They savor the silent sensation
this impassive camaraderie from the
moons in another pair of eyes.
The yawning window welcomes a gust
levitating curtains and hair.
It shatters the moment,
murders the gleam
the swain recoils and
vanishes between the cracks.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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