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Deliver Her Unto Me
Fields of stone angels,
depictions of divine sorrow,
stained with wetness,
cracked and crumbling,
aged terribly and unkept,
shake beneath my hand
and weep into grave soil.
She went too soon.
She was just a child. -
Who The Hell Told You That?
People can change.
People can initiate change.
Who says they can't?
The world can change.
The world must change.
Who says it can't?
We're not incapable. -
Infernal Dame
Love is a flame carried inside,
a flame that I cannot hide,
a spark that could start an infernal war,
and with you, Angel, I carry this flame.
I do not wish to burn alone
for I am but flesh and bone, -
What Are You Thinking About?
There’s nothing more beautiful
or so righteously undutiful
than what people think inside their heads. -
Spirit Mother
If you dig your fingers into the soil,
feel the cold and damp Earth,
you can grasp onto Her hand.
If you bend with the great oaks,
hearken ye their wind song,
you can paint Her vast sky.
If you crumble with the harvest leaves, -
Playing the part
At night, I’m terrified of falling asleep
because I don’t know what horrors are inside.
I may be young, but I can understand them.
I dress in dark colors and wear chains and chokers.
Loves
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When You Are Old
When you are old
Your skin will become like paper,
And your bones will be like the wooden ribs
Of a lantern
So that the world will see the light in your chest.
But I don't need to wait -
So much bigger than us
When I visited my cousin in Washington DC
it was
so
loud
so
many
people
everywhere I went
people
people
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stranger to blue water
sing to me.
i've been a stranger once more
to your hills and valleys, to the
gaps of sunlight between your grasping evergreens.
i've been a stranger
to the red barn
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And then
"I think I love you."
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Panic Attacks
I thought I had gotten better
Thought I had everything under control
I have everything under control
Right?
I thought they were gone
But they're right there
Sitting behind me
Breathing into my ear
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I might
I think
I might miss this.
I might miss your smile
And the way it feels when you laugh
And
How we could talk about anything.
I might miss
Those precious few minutes spent together
Every morning