tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156963872024-03-07T14:02:42.958-05:00Walking Englishbeautiful/dangerousMachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01166977330875888847noreply@blogger.comBlogger2543125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15696387.post-15258684981705010452023-07-08T22:22:00.003-04:002023-07-08T22:22:46.496-04:00Of YesterdaysI found my old poems on a hard drive I thought lost. I remember those days. I miss all of you. I miss how we were. All my love.Dr. Weezilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08100872384842284034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15696387.post-78764991724606214332022-04-14T13:36:00.001-04:002022-04-14T13:36:24.485-04:00prosperiProsperity is a bargaining chip best left off the table until later exchanges, ones that will most likely never comerandom strings of codehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16863813588966679887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15696387.post-71387838521344683212021-06-10T22:14:00.003-04:002021-06-10T22:14:33.618-04:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVDDzBdgnuBsf0ASvXGsYDdJ6heLx6NQyPw_Y5GsNkmBnuR_6Pb7wIfdUVnKORvnjJJXH39oujGXyp1jo0K6UjL16rP2Oec1343p7vA7AdBcD6lvK-GulldlsHuZSnslemehmC/s4032/PXL_20210611_021005347%257E2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVDDzBdgnuBsf0ASvXGsYDdJ6heLx6NQyPw_Y5GsNkmBnuR_6Pb7wIfdUVnKORvnjJJXH39oujGXyp1jo0K6UjL16rP2Oec1343p7vA7AdBcD6lvK-GulldlsHuZSnslemehmC/w480-h640/PXL_20210611_021005347%257E2.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>random strings of codehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16863813588966679887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15696387.post-2209775860064761042021-06-10T21:35:00.001-04:002021-06-10T21:35:24.049-04:00Excerpt from "Ride The X Train"<p> i will leave this train<br />and be so hungry<br />i will not find you there<br />i'll find my way<br />but it wont be to you<br />overlaying patterns grow louder<br />and i stare at the ceiling<br />like i'm searching for grounding<br />but there is only light and shape<br />just like you</p>random strings of codehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16863813588966679887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15696387.post-10844470353919588712021-05-23T15:53:00.004-04:002021-05-23T15:53:57.689-04:00I can't, odd<p> </p><p>I can't seem to write<br />without you<br />It's my fault<br />And my bad handwriting<br />And my terrible stutter<br />And my inkless pen<br />I don't have fun<br />without you<br />I barely even want to<br />I just want to<br />come home<br />To you</p>random strings of codehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16863813588966679887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15696387.post-19540029463648594272017-01-04T19:54:00.000-05:002017-04-03T17:16:14.202-04:00I'm looking for a like-minded monster<br />
I'm seeking a special kind of fiend<br />
To help me scribe a history-<br />
A story no one needs<br />
I'm building a burning bridge<br />
I'm telling a pointless tale<br />
Delivering a eulogy to the gods<br />
Screaming at the blind kids-<br />
In Braille<br />
I don't want to hurt the masochists<br />
& please, god bless the damned<br />
Donate treadmills to the paralyzed<br />
Before the feather door is slammed<br />
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http://www.joshuafinkpoet.com/Grayson Bartletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16261609534040715765noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15696387.post-7438058230154916562016-06-20T16:59:00.000-04:002017-04-03T17:16:28.236-04:00Who Needs a Poet?nobody needs a poet<br />
we are archaic<br />
we are obsolete<br />
we are malfunctioning cogs in the machinery<br />
we are disturbing the status quo<br />
we're pissing off our girlfriends' fathers<br />
we're underperforming at our lackluster nine-to-fives<br />
we aim low and we land lower<br />
but we dream in a stellar capacity<br />
and every now and then…<br />
we find a reality in our hearts<br />
that the world's been waiting angrily<br />
to listen in on<br />
<br />
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http://www.joshuafinkpoet.com/Grayson Bartletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16261609534040715765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15696387.post-58747248781181121322016-05-23T08:40:00.001-04:002016-05-23T08:40:39.914-04:00Agoraphobia<span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Thought there might be a reason to leave this place</span><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Not today </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Out there its dangerous and filled with emotion </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">A black hole between your ears, a star explosion </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">No not today </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">This place is safe </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">so I'll just stay </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">You may never see me again </div><div><br></div>Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05493223879743652290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15696387.post-58936319585866051002016-05-23T08:33:00.001-04:002016-05-23T08:33:09.739-04:00<span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Dreaming of a woman split in two </span><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">1/2 of me 1/2 of you</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">She danced for dollars </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">topless </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Some for her, most for you</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">All the pretty pieces of paper </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">in little stacks in little boxes </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Someone came over and started asking questions </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I almost killed them </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div>Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05493223879743652290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15696387.post-50995817786915328282016-05-23T08:26:00.001-04:002016-05-23T08:26:34.338-04:00Robot Love Song<div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div>Wake up</div><div>Lights on</div><div>Shapes I know </div><div>the names of</div><div>My body reinforced</div><div>My mind a universe </div><div>Can't turn it on or off</div><div>There's got to be a purpose for this artificial heart</div></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I'm not sure that I have a soul</span><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Everything I feel is moving </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Is it something you can touch </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">It feels like screaming </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">inside of me, rewires me</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I am a truth </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I am indignant </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Why would they make me this way</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">They gave me everything ever</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">They gave me everything you have</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">They made me better </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="line-height: 18.75pt;">I'm built for precision </span></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">To think with such quickness </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">But I can't get beyond this</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">crime against nature</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">This suffering heartache </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">This crippled emotion</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">consumes logic and reason</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">These flaws serving no one</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Why would they make me love? X4</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">A machine is just a machine </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">That's all it ever wanted to be</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">A machine is just a machine </div><div style="text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px;">Shouldn't have been made for other types of things</span></div><div style="text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px;">A machine is just a machine</span></div><div style="text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px;">Doesn't need more than what it needs</span></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">A machine is just a machine</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">That's all it ever wanted to be </div><div><br></div>Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05493223879743652290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15696387.post-88526050552391246182016-03-31T20:24:00.000-04:002017-04-03T17:16:46.119-04:00Elephants hate the circus<br />
like Kurt Cobain hated fame<br />
Elephants hate the circus<br />
& the tigers aren't thrilled with it either<br />
<br />
I'm outside the tent tonight<br />
smoking a Camel & swigging Dimetapp<br />
The show's about to start<br />
& I'm signaled by the corpulent ring master<br />
to kick on the spot lights<br />
That hard buzzing snap that blasts the beams upon us<br />
<br />
I'm out back with the clowns in the rain<br />
holding a tarp over them<br />
Bourbon & grease paint<br />
I'm offered a bit of each<br />
<br />
The bearded lady calls me to the trailers<br />
for a dice game with the Daredevil & the geek<br />
But I haven't been paid for <i>last</i> week<br />
Sometimes I don't get paid for weeks on end<br />
A felon can't complain<br />
<br />
That's why the livestock pens are unlocked<br />
The tigers are missing<br />
& the elephants are just starting to rush the tent<br />
I got six padlocks in my pocket<br />
I roll the dice against the wet plywood<br />
scoop the pot<br />
Elephants hate the circus<br />
<br />
<i>-Joshua Fink</i><br />
<br />
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http://www.joshuafinkpoet.com/Grayson Bartletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16261609534040715765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15696387.post-45836536416581163752015-09-09T16:27:00.003-04:002017-04-03T17:16:57.275-04:00Get Going GoneCome away with me<br />
We'll pull up our stakes & rattle down the coastline<br />
stop at all the greasy-spoon joints<br />
pool our money for smokes and fun<br />
We'll just keep going until we can't drive<br />
anymore<br />
I'll get some job washing dishes & making breakfast food<br />
You can sit in the motel bed<br />
paint your toenails<br />
& sip rum until I get back<br />
We'll break out the old tape deck<br />
& play something older than us<br />
dance in the broken light until we fall over drunk<br />
Laughing & mad<br />
& we'll make love in those borrowed sheets<br />
& everything will be expendable<br />
Paper cups and tiny soaps<br />
& maybe while we're gone<br />
the law will forget us<br />
Our friends will forgive us<br />
& some day we'll make our way home<br />
<br />
<i>-Joshua Fink</i><br />
<br />
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http://www.joshuafinkpoet.com/Grayson Bartletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16261609534040715765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15696387.post-59734937954996784102015-08-24T18:39:00.000-04:002015-08-24T18:39:30.492-04:00Any DayHear the song the finches sing<br />
Hear the melodious church bells ring<br />
<br />
Walk the concrete/Feel the cracks<br />
Feel the warmth your spirit lacks<br />
<br />
Hear the hustle of the street<br />
Watch a first time couple meet<br />
<br />
Grab a bench & watch the trains<br />
Count the nights beneath the rain<br />
<br />
Send a letter to yourself<br />
Polish off your liquor shelf<br />
<br />
Burn a message in your chest<br />
Put on your best suit & vest<br />
<br />
Put a record on a loop<br />
Place your letter on the stoop<br />
<br />
Choose a blade, some pills, or worse<br />
Kiss goodbye your maddening curse<br />
<br />
Say a prayer or have a smoke<br />
Accept the promises you broke<br />
<br />
Breath a sigh/Embrace the sorrow<br />
Set the clock for more tomorrowGrayson Bartletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16261609534040715765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15696387.post-42904497032477517632015-04-20T14:31:00.001-04:002015-04-20T14:31:50.172-04:00Little Rooms<div>I put myself in little rooms.</div><div>A room in a larger room. </div><div>A trunk in the little room in the larger room.</div><div>My head is a room too. </div><div><br></div><div>I thought I'd take more walks. </div><div>But I stay in these little rooms inside rooms like Russian dolls. </div><div><br></div><div>Today I woke up wondering why I stay in these rooms so often. </div><div>I like everything outside of the rooms. </div><div>It just becomes so hard to leave them.</div><div>Stepping out of these rooms is like jumping off a cliff into the ocean. </div><div><br></div><div>And sometimes that's all I think about. </div>Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05493223879743652290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15696387.post-73931700979156912362015-03-09T11:45:00.001-04:002015-03-09T11:45:05.817-04:00September 20th, 2013, 3:46am PST<div>I cried</div><div>From the stoop</div><div>Outside, the harvest moon </div><div>had fallen into fall and</div><div>it smelled like winter</div><div>And each lover</div><div>sat beside me</div><div>Fresh like the weather</div><div>an olfactory reminder </div><div>Of each year </div><div>These walls </div><div>hold silent </div><div>their ears</div><div>Keeping secrets </div><div>beyond their means....</div><div><br></div><div> </div><div><br></div>Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05493223879743652290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15696387.post-63020687494434738132015-03-09T11:11:00.001-04:002015-03-09T11:11:36.853-04:00For James, with patience and strength<div>I don't want to do anything but miss you for a while.</div><div>There are a million coulda shoulda wouldas that might pass through these lips.</div><div>There are a million things I've forgotten and a million moments I'll never forget.</div><div>With you it was all or nothing.</div><div>In the beat of a heart. </div><div>You were beauty and all it's flaws.</div><div>A million stars born, exploding, and collapsing into nothingness again. </div><div>You were the shape of that heart. </div><div>Beating ferociously. </div><div>Lone man, part wolf. </div><div>Standing, howling at the moon, simply for the breath that filled his lungs.... Silhouetted as the sun blazes and burns out behind him. </div><div><br></div>Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05493223879743652290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15696387.post-42560190864522288512014-11-15T10:52:00.003-05:002017-04-03T17:17:23.472-04:00Out There in the Night<br />
<br />
A cold still night found me<br />
Sitting by my fireplace<br />
Sipping bourbon<br />
In my rugged little cabin<br />
My glass filthy-<br />
from the soot on my fingers<br />
As I sat in silence<br />
Listening to the woods outside<br />
The owl out there in a tree<br />
The gossiping crickets<br />
And suddenly<br />
The crunch and snapping <br />
of the dead leaves and twigs<br />
on the ground<br />
I tabled my drink and found a window<br />
Nothing yet in sight<br />
Just hard/heavy footsteps<br />
Bringing someone large in my direction<br />
I brought my hound out and put him on a chain<br />
I squinted into the dark<br />
Waiting<br />
For brush to shake<br />
For branches to give way<br />
As I aimed my little rifle<br />
Just a .22<br />
I stood and waited<br />
Shaking and shivering<br />
in the cold<br />
Knowing that this gun<br />
Will not stop a thing that size-<br />
those steps are carrying<br />
with less than ten rounds<br />
The slam/crunch/snap<br />
Those soul-shaking footsteps<br />
Out there<br />
in the dark<br />
The forest gone silent then<br />
The crickets hushed<br />
My chest and shoulders jolt<br />
With the sound of each horrible strident stomp-<br />
coming from behind the trees <br />
<br />
http://www.joshuafinkpoet.com/<br />
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Grayson Bartletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16261609534040715765noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15696387.post-35681216434703030982014-11-13T12:27:00.001-05:002014-11-13T12:27:48.587-05:00Winter #1Radiator warm,<br />
uncomfortable;<br />
Like unwanted love.random strings of codehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16863813588966679887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15696387.post-16960560071460182972014-09-24T04:50:00.001-04:002014-09-24T04:50:04.852-04:00May 31st 2014 1:07pm<div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">When we walk Joey hums the sound of my footsteps hitting the street.</span></div><div>And the rain falls but it's ok because it makes the roses come up.</div><div><br></div><div>Joey stays awake so I can sleep. He takes my hand off the wheel and puts me to bed. </div><div><br></div><div>Nathaniel tells this story.</div><div>He's telling a story of his sister.</div><div>There is a calm and the light in the sky is yellow. Thunderstorm weather. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Everything is ok, I feel safe.</span></div><div><br></div><div>I am their only sister.</div><div><br></div><div>These dreams are rare. </div><div><br></div>Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05493223879743652290noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15696387.post-49768460903141268402014-09-08T02:11:00.001-04:002014-09-08T02:11:46.995-04:00May, 2014<div>I was alive for one moment</div><div>When you touched my hand</div><div>All the blood rushed to my head</div><div>I toppled over </div><div>And never got up again </div>Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05493223879743652290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15696387.post-10567646004051713352014-06-28T13:46:00.002-04:002014-06-28T13:46:47.199-04:00The Picking Moongently blushing now<br />
as gravity pulls her in<br />
to a grand adage<br />
<br />
the demure rising<br />
long before she says adieu<br />
'til the next harvestoxenfreehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01130368009728745161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15696387.post-48543558602543820912014-05-23T05:28:00.000-04:002014-05-23T05:31:46.682-04:00Maybe I won't have to tell you all the things within my infinite heart.<br />
Maybe you will just stand by me and already know.<br />
Maybe you will understand things they never intended there to be words for.<br />
Maybe you'll look me in the eye and that will say enough.<br />
Maybe you will hold my hand and find home between our fingers.<br />
Maybe you'll know what love really is.<br />
How it holds no shape.<br />
And of its endlessness.<br />
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Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05493223879743652290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15696387.post-82527488456019464662014-05-11T03:40:00.001-04:002014-05-12T06:38:30.813-04:00NowThis one time I called you when I wa<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">s drunk and I barely knew you it was like we had just met. Like we hadn't slept next to one another for months. Because we had and we hadn't. This one time you called me and I had never known you and it was like we had known one another for lifetimes beforehand. We talked until the sun rose or until one or the other fell asleep on the line... I've always been vulnerable. I've always been right fucking here. As far away as I may seem. This is all I've got. Take it or turn away. Or hold me here forever. Cause that's what I'm asking from this frenzy life. Take me or turn away. Don't keep me for the sake of keeping. Take me or turn away...</span>Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05493223879743652290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15696387.post-31920722573326081242014-03-01T00:52:00.001-05:002014-03-01T00:52:25.879-05:00<div>There are things I want dead in my life.</div><div><br></div><div>There are three candles; one of them has gone out. </div><div><br></div>Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05493223879743652290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15696387.post-82897928561637801302014-03-01T00:49:00.001-05:002014-03-01T00:49:14.477-05:00Ballerina<div>I had a dream that you loved me because I was a ballerina.</div><div>That there were glasses of wine on the floorboards and I took a glass on my way down.</div><div>There was a girl critiquing black irises and adding pearls for depth and layer.</div><div>There was a girl upset over a lost wedding ring she claimed was stolen.</div><div>I had a dream I took your hand and lead you down between the floorboards. </div><div>I had a dream I was a ballerina. </div><div>I was thin and wearing blue and you grabbed my waist. </div><div>You wouldn't stop talking. </div><div>The girl with the ring wouldn't stop talking, or the girls about the irises. </div><div>No one could stop talking. </div>Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05493223879743652290noreply@blogger.com0