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You asked for more
& I will give it to you
my sweet girl,
my hummingbird—
your wings move so quickly
no one can be sure
they're really there.
You deserve to be happy—
I can see your grandmother
resting an unhappy child
on her unhappy knee
& trying to change her mind
with something she might
have spoken as a consolation.
But you are more than
a child who wouldn't speak
because she feared the power
of voice,
who learned instruments
like playing house
& how to frown by example.
You are a woman who
speaks of elegance to me
& makes me believe it,
whose face could spark wars
like a modern Helen of Troy
& when you ache, I ache—
the unnamable spasming
stretching between our chests
like a tether between the
concentration camps in our heads
& the New World we can discover.
I write to keep you above water—
to keep the shotgun of sorrow
away from your dazzling mind
& hope it's enough for a momentary
lapse in reasoning.
& I will give it to you
my sweet girl,
my hummingbird—
your wings move so quickly
no one can be sure
they're really there.
You deserve to be happy—
I can see your grandmother
resting an unhappy child
on her unhappy knee
& trying to change her mind
with something she might
have spoken as a consolation.
But you are more than
a child who wouldn't speak
because she feared the power
of voice,
who learned instruments
like playing house
& how to frown by example.
You are a woman who
speaks of elegance to me
& makes me believe it,
whose face could spark wars
like a modern Helen of Troy
& when you ache, I ache—
the unnamable spasming
stretching between our chests
like a tether between the
concentration camps in our heads
& the New World we can discover.
I write to keep you above water—
to keep the shotgun of sorrow
away from your dazzling mind
& hope it's enough for a momentary
lapse in reasoning.
Literature
My Promises To You
I promise to always love you
Today and every day that follows
I am handing you my heart
May it go wherever yours goes
I promise to never leave you
I will stand forever by your side
There's nothing that can break us
When our hearts are intertwined
I promise that in our dying days
When nothing is as it was before
Not only will I still love you
I will love you even more
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
No Symmetry
He's the lone wolf in the woods,
She's the graceful doe in the grasslands.
He's the lost boy in the cities,
She's the sweet girl in the parties.
Yet the butterflies stringed them together,
While their gaze locked their eyes.
Yet he saw something that wasn't right,
While she thought she knew that was time.
Two stars met at the same time,
Although only one shone bright.
Two worlds met at the same time,
Although only one portal was seen in sight.
The wrong key to the wrong lock,
"The hand finally struck 12", she smiled.
The wrong half to the wrong heart.
"I'm a zombie and she's a human", he cried.
Suggested Collections
"she is the one
who said "fun"
sounded like a word
of German origin
she thought too much
like me
our time together
like summer
(concentration)
camp
emaciated possibilites
lie lifeless
o, this intellect burns
the crematorium below my nose
keeps life above my ears
silence is the star
that i shall wear
to mark my difference
yet we have so much in common
tonight
that the sun
has made light of it
while we contemplate
the weight of it all..."
-Saul Williams.
who said "fun"
sounded like a word
of German origin
she thought too much
like me
our time together
like summer
(concentration)
camp
emaciated possibilites
lie lifeless
o, this intellect burns
the crematorium below my nose
keeps life above my ears
silence is the star
that i shall wear
to mark my difference
yet we have so much in common
tonight
that the sun
has made light of it
while we contemplate
the weight of it all..."
-Saul Williams.
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