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AshoreI can't feel safe in my own skin.
As if I've committed some great sin.
Oh, is it my fault that I'm human?
Oh, is it time again for ruin?
When will there be answers,
And why do we have tears?
My soul is singing hollow,
Ringing with my fears.
There's a deeper calling,
I can feel it if I try.
Though the nearest I ever grasp it,
Is when I wouldn't think to try.
You don't need to tell me time is running fast,
This isn't the sort of race I can outlast.
I'm trying to get by, and trying to thrive,
I can't decide if living, is more than to survive.
The part that makes us more,
Is the part that's happy when we're poor,
The part reaching for a higher place,
The part searching for a face.
When will there be answers?
When will I stop asking?
Such an undeniable thing.
Ingrained with human existance itself.
The burning icy fury of a sharply clenched fist.
The soft warmth of a welcoming cradeled arm.
The bursting slightness of a careful caress.
The broken whip of a snarling slap.
The unspoken glue of a humane handshake.
The lingering gazes of a hesitant hand pulling away.
The assuredness and anchor of being held; of holding.
The wonderful bubbling incoherency of interaction of a playful tickle.
Airplane DumpThe clouds look like sea and I am lost. We are all lost.
If we do not find our way, there is no way to find. We merely anchor one another.
The crook and curve of my arm does not feel empty; because you are there to fill it.
Floating through life on a singed wreckage.
Dusty lipstick casing and pateint wig.
all my clever little one liners
dreid up long ago
I don't have words for you anymore.
is this a poem or a song
scribbles in margins
I'll never join the mile high club, because i don't subscribe to society.
radiant eye opens and closes forever.
radiant eye, opens and closes, forever.
radiant eye opens, and closes forever.
a song that leaves you feeling a little hollow
you can't stop listening to it
or singing it
but you always feel the same
sort of profound
sort of empty
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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