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ShatterIt's like I don't know you
After everything we've done
I love you
With all my heart
And as much as I try
I know I'll never stop
With one kiss
You shattered my world
But those lips
Weren't even mine.
My Heart's Only DesireI know I look fine
But inside I'm screaming
You think that I'm in love
But I'm only dreaming
Suppose you were the one
My heart's only desire
But pain would hold us
Apart as the tendrils of a fire
Perhaps once you loved me too
And silently whispered my name
But right when I needed you most
You never even came
So at least in one way
I guess you know the truth
That I find myself lost in desire
For the first true love of my youth.
Yesterday's Gazette.Feeling lost
Like an old
For that one day
I was of interest
Then night came
And you didn't want me
The sun rises
Yes, that's right
Take it in your arms
Find everything within
It's just another paper
One you say
You can't live without
They'll join me
In the trashcan
Just to be found
The Devil's SongThou darest tear us apart,
Take a knife and slay thy heart.
Pain thou has wished upon thee-
Suffer it now and fall on the knee.
The Power of Thy Love now is thine,
Thy Life begone - now it is mine.
A Cold NightA bird flies over the horizon as the sun begins to set, leaving an orange ray of light over the sand. The ocean glows a deep blue, the waves splashing over a young woman's feet.
The mushy sand covers her bare feet, a feeling both disgusting and comforting. It sends shivers down her spine, as does the cold California evening breeze. Her long blonde hair offers little warmth, nor does the sweater her boyfriend had given her two weeks earlier.
Cars zoom by on the highway, so close and yet so far away.
Se stands in the sandy water silently, waiting for him. Waiting to hear his footsteps as he comes up behind her. Waiting to see his face, surrounded by his dark-brown hair.
Waiting to feel warmth as he wraps his arms around her.
Her phone vibrates in her pocket, pulling her from her thoughts.
"Hello?" she says into the phone.
The voice of a worried friend replies, "They found him, Megan. They found him."
There is no question of who he is, of who they are. All she knows is that something terr
AspireShe glides through the woods on airy feet
Eyes closed to seek out her impossible dreams
Graceful movements flowing from her like music
Thoughts of the past crowding her fragile mind
Memories return like birds in the new spring
Of love unwanted by a charming warrior prince
Of latent desires to be something larger than life
Of loneliness brought on by lies and deceit
The world is trying to shut her out
Weaving an intricate web of daunting dilemmas
That cannot penetrate her fluid spins and twists
But impel the determination of a bona fide champion.
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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