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DollfaceYou touch my cheek
And, feeling tears,
You pull away immediately
You lie back and let me stumble
Through words I have no experience with
You lay passive and
Don't touch me
'Cause I'm supposed to be your doll
Dolls don't cry
You snarl at me from the other room
Easy words fall from your lips
And hit me hard
You withdraw and clutch your throat
When I've had enough and have my say
I'm not supposed to react because
I'm a doll
Dolls don't cry
So I'll sit in my corner
Still and silent
And do nothing but
I won't blink
Lips won't twitch
Breast won't rise
Heart won't beat
Because I'm a doll
Dolls don't cry
CallingWarning: I issue a call
Not to arms but to words
To true revolution
To taking back the American Dream
And destroying the nightmare that's replaced it
To sowing chaos in the ranks of the authority
To spreading the love of freedom
And the freedom of love
To all who'll take them for everything they're worth
To taking back Life
To throwing off monotony
And our self-imposed chains
I issue a call
Because we have not forgotten what
Our gods once promised us.
Your glamour hisses beneath coals and ash
False skin burnt and peeling to the deepest layers
Giving a glimpse of your true nature
Descended from incubi and female folly
True self bound to worldly lies and material stagnation
Filled prophesy and Cassandra truths
With no one to turn to
And nowhere to run
No forests to roam in and no cities to burn
How trapped you are
Between the mundane and the fantasy
Doomed to self-destruction
Bridge ClosedIn the city of spires
thrust upward through the body of cloud
a piercing spike of adrenalin,
as the wind fondly ruffles her hair,
doesn't stop her from jumping up.
Reaching to be seen or saved,
by a city that blinks and misses her -
a temporary peak on the skyline.
Doesn't stop her from slamming
into the steel slashes
of the trainline below.
Even the most beautiful places
to those blinded by the inside-out-agony
of breathing against their will.
The city of spires remember her
as the cause for a bridge closed
on a Sunday.
Poem for My 2nd Semester English Teacher(Short v.)You stapled these words to the page.
Like a modern day tyrant,
You denied them the little humanity
You trapped their souls into
And threw them to the curb,
I understand that certain things
Should be left Inhuman
But we even give hurricanes names.
You taught us to separate the person from the art,
But if the art is about that person, you can’t pull them apart
The SundancersThe sundancers crease the sky ephemerally
and stain the floor with their bravery, eternally.
FlamesThere are flames where
his head should be -
a poem left in the fireplace,
a dressing gown, a pipe,
forty pieces of silver.
This man promised you a winter
so warm and bountiful
spring would be ashamed.
He called you by name -
not the one that father knew
shoved under his bible.
But the one left behind
in the branches,
in the bucket of brambles,
and the columbines
buried at your feet.
Stones on the battlefield,
surrender in the grass.
What did his face
even look like behind the curtain,
counting those coins
and loosening the damp earth
from your shoes?
FriendshipFriendship is a tapestry
Woven through the years
With threads of joy and laughter
Happiness and tears
It's a work of art so priceless
It's shared by a precious few
Yet so easily created
By a loving friend like you
each one of us carries cemeteries beneath our skinyou are not the only one
to walk like there are
who looks both ways
before crossing the road
"knew a girl who";
you are alive
and you will experience
hurt, and you will
be so thankful
for every painful breath you take
because it's better than when
everything goes quiet
and all you feel is exhaustion.
there is more than just
one cold snap
before you enter
the winter of your life.
there are spells
of sadness and rage,
hate and denial
of all that you know
and all that you deserve;
and you are not the only one
to fight for everyday you are here,
alive and breathing
and striving to thrive
on such an unforgiving planet,
in such a world
that births emotional deserts
in its people;
you are not the only one
The lighthouseOn the top of the cliff
Facing the endless blue ocean
There is a place
Where a bright light shines
Guiding people through the night
And through the storm
A place of mystery and wonder
A sight to behold
Let its light guide you
So you can find happiness
to nurse doe (whom we all know) i watched her
blood orange heart
cleanse and suture
old bullet wounds and
new bouts of lilacs,
lime, and blue
her alcohol and aloe
ApologiesHow many times do I have to say I'm sorry?
How many times will it dribble from my mouth,
Slide down my lips and collect on the floor
Before you believe me?
Before I believe me?
"Don't apologize" is easier said when
You can't see the mistakes underneath
After a while, you give up saying it
Because it's not your mantra
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