Mirakee
In all honesty
I tell you ‘I love you’,
Although I’m not sure I know it’s meaning quite yet
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Love song
Yours is the face I see when the radio plays it’s sweet music,
telling me it will be my always as I fall prey into its eyes.
The radio feels the rain on mine and knows it has claimed another soul for its own.
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11w
'Tell me'
The sound claws in my throat begging for redemption,
This hand flinches and retreats to beg
For noise to occupy no space,
For words to have no meaning,
For lines to fall onto numb minds,
For this observer to finally end.
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11w
Birthday Party
My lonely gaze steps out into crowded air
To be met by not a single glance
Their own warms smiles welcome eachother to a shrine
named after me that I was not intended to visit.
I retreat back onto the sole frozen land drifting in my glass
And I finally realise
I have long outstayed my welcome.
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Vixen
Give me a reason I should love you.
Should I let my hair fall down in curls to drape at my collar for you,
Or capture its coils to tie them down tight to the nape of my neck?
Am I bound in strings you would not untangle,
Would I be the puppet or the master to you?
Tell my why this should all be yours.
Should I fill my mouth with the things you want me to say,
Or part my lips and fill your head with mine?
You are at the heels of a vixen,
Is this the beginning of your chase or the end of mine?
Tell me where you need me.
I'm tired of your little game boy,
Don't you want to play mine?
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Fall
I could so easily fall
If I ever believed
You would be the one
To teach me how
To never let my self
Touch the ground
Again
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15w
Maybe my love is dying
Honey sweet,
should I cry that you are meant to die?
Soul divine,
who will it appease that I must weep when we both know we have fallen?
Body beloved,
Ought I shed one tear when my seams of patchwork skin can no longer mend?
My darlings - I know nothing.
But to drown, to allow my self to be engulfed
in the love I had left for you
and claim it were a baptism
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16w
It's only me
I tread this familiar path again only to look up and notice that
Palms give way to pools and
For the first time
They are trembling in the gust of your glare
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19w
The Suitcase
I wish life was a storybook,
Easily told, explained, and set down straight paths of space,
Between neat rows and lines of words,
No twisting or winding or plot intertwining.
I wish there were no plotholes,
For my mind to have forgot what is or was not,
To distinguish from the haze,
The razor edge from silken knot.
Walking head on through written labyrinth clearings,
A thorned twig word will soon catch and tear,
And pull me towards chapters from its fruitful meaning.
No story is an island,
And my book is no world.
But if all I know is this,
This suitcase is all the space,
I will have ever earned.
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19w
Eraser
I forgot why inky tears were spilt and blotched into my cheeks,
but when my mind woke,
your arms were wrapped with mine and that was all that mattered.
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