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The Crave

I said I am like the workers of the light

Falling through books about what’s right

And the disbelief slipped from his lips

And we smiled and bonded at the hips

Quite bluntly shedding our old ways

Steadily discovering what we truly crave

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Untouched

I’m in fear, my dear… under the willow trees, trying to keep cool.

But after I look up, I wake up, see the ceiling, and feel a fool.

I’m in fear, dear, and you know it but don’t know why.

Your heart is my greatest slumber, I’m creating our life awry.

The words can say it all but in the end, my palms lay untouched.

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An experiment in words

There’s a ride on the way

That I set my trembling legs in

To take off downhill, unimagined

This ride of mine

Unforeseen, rips and then ripples

Like poked glue on my arms

Sticking, one stretching strand

On my finger tip

So I touch it to my lips

The salt, is sweet underneath

And nothing makes sense

Confusion sets in, Ms. Marilyn

Transforming purity to sin

Oh no, it’s not a dream

It’s our reality, steeped in your fury

Til you realize, creation

Is the product of manifestation.

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The most beautiful/painful love.

I have been in love for almost eleven years

The most beautiful love I have and will ever feel

And since we are taught to act according to logic

I have tried again and again to shut this feeling out

It’s nothing like the average heart could compare to

In fact, I sometimes wish I couldn’t experience it

Instead, feeling satisfied with a normal man seems better

But my heart and my head fight so fucking much

It’s like I can’t make up my mind

So I pull and push him away over and over

I can’t imagine how painful it is for him

Probably as painful as it is for me to never hear from him

Our dynamic has been poisoned by the earth

Until we learn how to create a remedy

Just for us.

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Free

I can see you opening a box

Pale blue and glowing

And inside that box is the thing

That I’ve dreamed of knowing.

I think you’re able to see it

Whenever you have desired

But I’ve been searching for it

For so long and I’m so tired.

My heart suddenly realized

Why I’ve been so enamored

It was the recognition of you

Within me, the illusion shattered.

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An Ode to My Greatest Challenge

Why can’t I let myself draw?

Do I loathe who I am so much that

When I sit down, either cross-legged or

One leg up on my stool at the desk

I freeze

My heart, my brain, my hand

The muscles are failing and sore because

Apparently I trained… myself, to do this… to myself

From a very young age.

I’m a protector.

If it can’t be perfect, then I don’t make the attempt

And if I don’t attempt, I cannot be mocked

For failing at the thing that I absolutely adore the most

The very thing that used to keep me alive.

I can’t let myself draw

Because then I don’t have to face that face in the mirror

The absolute adoring love hidden, somewhere in my house

That I apparently hid away long ago

In order to

Protect.

The love that I have been running away from

So that I don’t experience the disappointment

Of never feeling wanted

Or desired

And satisfied.

 

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