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The crows crackle in the snow
& I've been dreaming about
marriage & children—
hiding in public bathrooms
from a man's love,
cursing & running silently
down empty hallways
like an Indian princess.
I meant it when I said
I would give up all my attachments
for you—
put them in boxes with
"return to sender" stamped in red
& never look back.
I never wanted to be anything
other than you only reason
& sometimes,
I still wonder if I was your muse—
your guitar crying out a
partial proof of my lifestyle
& me, pressing my ears
tight against the speakers
with your voice coursing my limbs
like sexual electricity.
Every time my cheeks burn
from another man's heat
I still think of you
& the three years of poems
laid out end to end
that still never reached your door.
Only after you stopped
letting me hear you
did I find out we weren't the only ones
tied up in music over phone lines—
it wasn't your idea first,
even if it felt like you paused
all of creation with your songs,
just for me.
& I've been dreaming about
marriage & children—
hiding in public bathrooms
from a man's love,
cursing & running silently
down empty hallways
like an Indian princess.
I meant it when I said
I would give up all my attachments
for you—
put them in boxes with
"return to sender" stamped in red
& never look back.
I never wanted to be anything
other than you only reason
& sometimes,
I still wonder if I was your muse—
your guitar crying out a
partial proof of my lifestyle
& me, pressing my ears
tight against the speakers
with your voice coursing my limbs
like sexual electricity.
Every time my cheeks burn
from another man's heat
I still think of you
& the three years of poems
laid out end to end
that still never reached your door.
Only after you stopped
letting me hear you
did I find out we weren't the only ones
tied up in music over phone lines—
it wasn't your idea first,
even if it felt like you paused
all of creation with your songs,
just for me.
Literature
You say you love me
You say you love to hear me ramble, yet you always cut me off.
You say you want a future with me, yet you see no future for yourself.
You say you love to make me smile, yet you always make me cry.
Literature
Everything I Can Never Say
I open my mouth to tell you;
close it.
Open. Close. Open. Close.
I'm faced with a challenging problem,
can't even begin to tell you--
And I know, baby, that I can tell you anything--
something that cannot be said
in three words?
I struggle with this everyday;
Telling you my heart is afloat,
in boats, on oceans, through turbulent storms
(Not really, but the feeling is indescribable).
You see,
I feel like I've known you for years;
being with you is like coming home.
The feeling of slipping my fingers into yours
Isn't anything new.
no- it's a rejoining of self;
My soul finding it's mate, in
Literature
Is This Love?
I walk down a crooked, broken pathway
A lone tear permanently attached to my cheek
Exhaustion explodes from every pore
Food will not satisfy
Water will not quench
All hope is gone
But as long as I'm with you, I will not stumble
You are all I need to satisfy and quench my needs
Hope will slowly return
My heart is broken;
Lies nearly dead in a heap of despair
Little pieces are broken off here and there
They won't be coming back.
But you are slowly piecing me back together
You are bringing life back into mi corazon
I have faith you can find the missing pieces
When we're together, I feel balanced
I'm madly in love in a calm way
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"Can You Hear Me?" (as in someone asking)
ex-muse poem strikes again.
this is partially inspired by
She Remembers When He Gave Concerts
by Eireann Corrigan,
but also by personal experience.
ex-muse poem strikes again.
this is partially inspired by
She Remembers When He Gave Concerts
by Eireann Corrigan,
but also by personal experience.
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I really love the images here, they give me another perspective on a few things.