Jan 27
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Friday Night

You want to go out
But I'd rather stay home
You want to get there fast
But I want to take it slow
Make everything last
But still live in the moment
Never give up on the past
Never leave thoughts unspoken.

Because I want to have my cake
And still eat it too
Have a hundred first kisses
Before I settle down with you
Have you stay with me forever
But let me wander as I do
Keep it easy and casual
In a life built for two.

I've got a thirst for adventure
I've got wind in my sails
I want to see the whole world
Search for a holy grail
They say it's rough out there
So I'll ignore those scary details
Because if I never try
Then how can I fail?

Because if you love too much
It might turn to hate
When you never speak
There's no wrong thing to say
And if you never leave home 
You can't show up late
But if you never take a chance
Jan 18
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Somewhere I lost my marbles
Immersed in thought, I missed my train
I have always been so forgetful
I always seem to show up late
Two steps behind everyone else
Doors slamming in my face
While you have sunshine, I have clouds
I'm stuck, stranded in the rain.

So maybe I'll leave for somewhere new
Your eyes will follow like the windows of an airplane
A sunset from a different point of view
Looking down on familiar landscapes
Passengers clamor for only a glance
Staring at the blues, oranges and pinks
But I will stay still and colorless
Worried of what people might think.

Of course I think you are beautiful
Of course I love it when you say my name
Of course what you say to me is meaningful
But a traveler I will remain
Gone for a while, never forever
But when I return, I won't be the same
What we feel becomes who we are
Jan 09
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Magician's Code

I placed quarters behind my ears
Filled my suit with hankerchieves
Looking for a bit of magic
To make life more entertaining
A rabbit hops out of my hat
And I hear people laughing
So I make myself a spectacle
To keep their eyes on me.

I captivated your attention
With a deck of cards up my sleeve
So that when you shook me to my core
You watched in disbelief
As fifty-two rectangles fell to the floor
Not cards, but memories
And I threw myself down to cover them
What I could not let you see.

It is hard for someone like me
To live in a world so chaotic
For I can juggle clubs, lit flames
Clamor, cry for your attention
But once the balls are in the air
What do I do then?
They fall, the bounce, slowing down
Painfully, regretfully resillient.

So what else do I hide up my sleeves?
Behind my ears? In my hat?
Jan 01
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Slow Dance

You watch your life fly by through a window.
I stare at it emptily through a screen,
Preferring to watch rather than participate
In a life I have never felt, only seen.
Years pass and we grow up.
Things change, friends leave.
We say goodbye and then hello.
One thousand, two thousand nineteen.

You better slow down,
Dance steady for a while
Because life is too short.
To fight time is futile.
Waltzes last longer
When held close with a smile.
So dance like a lover
Rather than a child.

Take a breath, you're doing fine.
Place your hands on my waist
And I will keep time.
You'll get better with age
Like a fine, red wine.
Just let the music swell
And know you are alive.

One more step toward me
And we'll be right in line.
So come a little closer
Put your lips on mine.
Nothing feels so perfect
Right here at midnight
Nov 22
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The Pianist

Play me something new and sweet
I need a bit more than deep, blue nothing
A cleansing, colorful melody
That smells and tastes of cherry wine
To ease the pain in my dancing feet
To buy myself a bit more time
Play me something more than a memory
I am tired of the sounds of black and white.

My mind does not work the way it is supposed to
You tell me that's okay. Artists' minds never do.
So why is that when you play, all I see is blue?
All I feel is pain and all I smell is vermouth?
Synesthesia, so they say, because I could not tell you
The difference between a harmony and a hue
Nor the taste of wine and feel of a corkscrew
Nor why, when when you're away, I so miss you. 

So let me take you where no one will hear
As I tell you everything with my eyes
I am no musician, so I will just have to show
What exactly is on my mind
How strange the courage to speak the truth
Nov 17
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Winter Things

Snow fell on the first night
That I ever saw you cry
It muffled your voice
So I closed my eyes
Just to hear you better
To understand why
It could be so beautiful
Yet so dangerous outside.

​If your jacket is too thin
I will give you mine
If your shoes fill with snow
I will let you walk behind
Place your feet in my footprints
Our steps falling in time
To protect you, to help you
The pleasure is mine.

In just an hour things will look different
Nothing green, nothing brown, only white
Like the end of a book or the colors in a sunset
As the day turns to night
Like the world looked after I met you
Nothing wrong and nothing right
What was I supposed to do?
Without instruction, without a guide.

I like the way that your jaw drops
Every time you hear my name
Something so hauntingly beautiful
Like a barren, wintry landscape
Nov 10
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Wound Up

The magnets in my bones are hopelessly drawn
To the iron in your blood
So I may never pull myself away
If we were to touch
So my bones will shatter if you go
Or you will bleed, but nothing good
Can come of two inseparable people
Meeting like the two of us.

And I wish that I was carved from stone
Instead of having skin made of paper
For I could survive completely alone
With a cold and hard exterior
To feel for you brings me only sorrow
To feel nothing would be better
Yet what a waste it would be for me to forget you
When what I want is so much more.

For you are not only as you appear
You are more than you think you are
 Than blood and bones, than steel and stones
You are all that makes me wonder
A person made as a machine
So cutting edge, yet somehow familiar
Ahead of your time, a sight to be seen
While I am no more than a wind-up girl. 
Nov 02
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Let's go out on the water tonight
Fire in our hearts, wind in the sails
Let's travel to where we can see for miles
A life of piracy, heart and tall tales
Flying over the ocean at the speed of light
Getting lost on gusts, storms and gails
A world awash in saltwater and starlight
Lips locked on mine, we cannot fail.

What is a home without a father?
A son may never know who he will become
A beautiful wife with no one to love her
Just promise to remember where you come from
While you are loving goddesses
Penelope and Telemachus are all alone
Think of Ithaca, Odysseus
And promise, one day, to return home.

You do not care that a storm is brewing
For if we crash into rocks and ice
If we find ourselves slowly sinking
I would be happy to die by your side
To lose myself in painful drowning
To gasp one last breath, to hear you cry
Oct 20
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Ink on her skin
Fire in her veins
But it was the look in her eyes
That gave her away
She gets what she wants
Without any debate
You could count her lovers
But they are one and the same.

Show me that her youth is only temporary
And that I am no different from her
Blame it on what each of us was wearing
Say we got what we deserved.
What kind of girl would walk the streets alone?
The both of us should know better
Than to feel safe in our own homes
Than to be unafraid of the dark.

His fingernails left crescent moons
Glaring bright red against my pale forearm
Her scars blended in with her tatoos
While mine live on-- a constant reminder
Remorse and rumors surround us two
With neither of us knowing of the other
Complicit in a crime we did not choose
Silent in what makes us similar.

Tell her that she is far too pretty
To be at a bar all alone
Oct 14
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Beautiful and unusual
You, a moonshine monster
Open your lips to the heavens
And tell me which it is you dread more
As you howl out your solemn question
Is it the echo or the answer?
Would you rather know that you are alone
Or live wondering what is out there?

I will live as a map on your wall
That you fill with red pushpins and stickers
Marking all of the places you have dreamt of
From the back of a pickup truck in September
On the nights that you barely remember living
Filled with good company and crisp autumn air
Take me with you wherever you go
Whether to the edge of town or the end of the world.

So tell me is this a simple seasonal change?
Or are the trees truly catching fire?
The leaves drift so easily to the ground
While I always seem to fall much harder
Bare branches are all you seem to see
No nuance, no heart to the picture