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My Crazy GirlTonight I had a dream of you,
This night I woke in tears.
Since the moment I saw you,
My heart is filled with fears.
You are good, you are evil,
You made me crazy over you.
With the sharpest piece of needle,
My armor broke in two.
I know this damned feeling,
I should've stayed away.
But in these eyes so amazing,
I lost myself today.
You didn't even notice me,
Not sure you even know.
But I really fell for you,
Not knowing what to do.
About another you shed tears,
For someone else your eyes are wet.
It's like another of these stories,
Where love is never met.
With your laughter and your smile
You made my head go fast as whirl.
But I'll keep it silent, for a while.
I do love you,
My awesome crazy girl.
Some things never changeThis is what I always do,
Try to stay away from you.
I don't hate you, even while
Hid myself from your brown eyes.
Listen sweety, It's not you,
It's the love between us two.
In the past, we were together,
Didn't want to break this ever.
But I failed you, very bad,
And I hurt you, made you sad.
Far from me you don't withstand,
The fool I am, to understand.
Now you're out there, in the city,
With someone new, someone pretty.
But I am still here, all alone,
And curse myself for what I've done.
I saw my kitten yesterday,
Like a "pause" went to "play".
As I kiss her, tape rewinded.
Back again from where I've started.
It doesn't matter anyway,
What I think, or what I'll say.
Nothing else has any meaning,
Except I love you! This one feeling...
MEN DON'T CRYMEN DONT CRY
What is wrong my friend?
Why I see those in your eyes?
Have you not heard? Men don't cry!
They just pretend, that everything is fine.
These days I saw you write a letter,
And took a peek behind your back.
Among the drops and words "Forever",
I felt you, fading into black.
A moment later found you standing,
Hundred feet you look beneath.
Just stop! Delay this ending!
A word from me, just keep and heed.
I know what cuts your soul apart,
And turns your world to ashes gray.
You lost the one, who held your heart,
You'll never kiss her one more day.
With noone near to make them warmer,
all your nights are freezing cold.
You feel the shame, you feel it stronger,
Because you fight those tears on hold.
"Why don't you judge me, like another?"
"And look upon me from above?"
Because You are Me, and I am You, my brother.
Strong men do cry - they do because of love!
Hey YouHey you.
With the perfect smile,
Even if it hasn't been seen
In a little (or long) while.
I hope you're feeling okay.
And I think you're
Doing really great today;
You are one less day away
From your perfect tomorrow.
To The HeroesJustice?
I'm not sure you know what that means.
To you the very word of "justice" suggests that:
Those who do not comply are simply targets to be broken.
Those who do not agree with you, must always be denied.
Those who have the greatest freedom are chained and made to kneel.
And those who choose to fight are labeled 'incarnates of evil'.
Doesn't it all sound a little familiar?
I think it does...
So tell me, oh great hero,
Having fought monsters like me for so many years...
How does it feel to have finally become one?
Stormy nightPouring rain
Just another night
In this sad existence
The rain feels refreshing
The darkness is comforting
And they bring a smile
To my melancholic face
I am one with the night
One with the storm
Standing under the streetlight
Waiting for life to happen
Capturing CreativityBe still.
A timid bird, poetry lurks
beneath your freckled skin,
the rustle of ruffled feathers
hidden in the poundings
of your predator heart.
In quiet moments,
you can hear the chirrups
of her breathing,
stone-heavy words tumbling
between the cliffs of your ribs.
Coax her gently
with ink stained fingertips
and rhyme-tangled tongue.
The Last GiftGod traces the letters on tombstones, fondly
remembering the deceased’s first steps
into His house. When He closed
the gates of Eden, the whole world
became a cemetery: the untouched garden
a hospital waiting room, overflowing
with flowers to be arranged
upon funeral wreaths, waiting for Him
to bestow His last gift.
your perfume tastes like shitit was love
that made me pull
the poison rose,
but no longer will
i allow myself to lie
in the shallow coffin
of your body,
no longer will my veins
stretch to compensate
for your insatiable need.
you are fresh cancer
in my cross-infected heart,
but honey i'll pull you out
with my own damn fingers
if it means saving myself.
time quantum egresswe bury our hearts
in the heavy glow of the horizon,
the electric hum of the New Moon
digging through the skull
we wander stateless, eyes blankly set
in dispassion. lost souls of a lost time
dragging wire-shells and pale furnaces
and we have outlived our selves.
basic human anatomywe're composed of half a cage
which holds the organ that
was intended for pumping blood,
but really dictates our feelings,
and a three pound glob
pushes words out so fast
it's a wonder our whole
existence depends on it.
then there's the necklace of
vertebrae, held together with
the most sacred thread
in the world; one snip, and
the beads fall off and shatter.
the space between your legs
is the real cradle of humanity.
of course, there's the prepackaged
set of guts you receive
with one easy payment of a life.
you don't hear many poems about
the kidneys or pancreas, but
they deserve as much credit
as the romanticized heart and lungs.
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