Nameyou never call
anything what it is
except my name
and I gather
stray words until the next
time it slips
between your lips and through
the cracks of our cages
into separate worlds.
*happy hearts day!*
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RepriseDid you keep the things I sent you? Let me now help misconstrue the pictures, the letters, the tear-and-glue messed-up collage of two dipole souls finding New York. The Big Apple: red white and blue serpent of glass buildings and cue your hand on my shoulders. Who would have shrugged it off, blew that chance of looking into orbs the hue of honey, like your words? If I knew the ache closing in on the rearview would be a thousand cars crashing into this poor girl… Well, it’s too late to undo. I’d lock my doors if I were you.Reprise
07april07 4:05pm
by ~whiteblind
The SummoningThe SummoningThe Summoning
The windows to my soul locked up for the night Having earned its daily keep But come a bit closer and notice the flicker Of life still awake in sleep
I'm swimming in black, but not actually so
For new worlds have already been found A fall, a flight, or a mermaid’s song A trip the whole world round
A clash of swords with beast and pirate Emerging with the gold An endless night lost in the woods I shiver in the cold
And through each fantastic or dreadful trek Soft whispers are being born Until it springs from the
by ~whiteblind
UninvitedUninvitedUninvited
(And he said) Sweetest dreams, little one The sun has gone to bed The night is young for the mad axe man Who caressed a little doll’s head
Now close your eyes but do not dream Of alien bugs or hairy trolls They are much to crude – might I suggest Scourging flames or endless falls?
That’s a dear, such a sweet dear Already softly snoring But not any louder or They might hear And I’ll fast lose you before morning
Oh don’t cry, please don’t cry
Or I’ll be forced to use the pillow It pains me to reach for that rust
by ~whiteblind
You and IYou and IYou and I
I wanted a smile You gave me a mirror.
I wanted a hug You gave me ice cream.
I wanted a tissue You gave me a brick wall.
I wanted a kiss You gave me a face.
I smashed that mirror. I watched that ice cream melt. I beat my fists upon that wall. I learned to hate that face.
All these years, you didn't know I found it easy, imagining you.
4:50pm Mon 28Aug06
by ~whiteblind
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