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Roxy
She cries in the night
thinking no one can hear.
But I hear.
I can taste her tears;
that fall from her face
exposing her fears.
She softly drowns her pillow
with years of pent up anger.
Of unsaid words
she cant express.
but I can express.
I can tell the world.
Tell your story.
Tell me your story.
She cries in the night
furiously for her mother.
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Speak up!
Did you speak?
because it didnt come across
you whisper like the spirits
translation lost.
What is it you are trying to convey
I just dont understand
Your words are jumbled within themselves.
Did you speak?
I swear you have something to say
you whisper like the spirits
I cant hear what you say.
I can almost understand
that maybe this could be urgent enough
to urge you to speak
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What she lives for
She lives
for love alone.
It carries her soul
it makes her whole.
She is sustained by the carmel kisses
he blesses
her precious pretty lips with.
She lives
for love alone
her hope
is held within her heart
locked beneath the folds
of her lovers warm embrace.
She is everything he is
plus more
he gives her what she lives for.
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A cold plane ride
I am in a quiet place
within this narrow space;
I'm sitting in the dark.
Alone with the spotlight
that hits my face
and illuminates my page.
As i sit and wait
i contemplate
the end of my journey home.
Remembering the things i forgot i forgave
and buried away.
With silence i move and shift my weight
the burdens heavy still
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The Darkness
I love the darkness.
and nothing moves me like a hot summer evening.
I love dark things
and welcome dark dreams
Like my men of the darkest shade
like the black of the ink
that fills this page
thoughts of onyx against a silver setting
in the center of this infinity i thrive.
I love the dark
like the farthest reaches of central park
where devils and demons dwell
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Gifted
This gift i possess
its so dark at times
I am afraid of my own desires.
The ink flows black
spilling these thoughts
into reality.
into the bright white of my page
like the darkness of the past
spills truth into brighter days.
It has held me for so long
but now i turn to embrace it
control it; and use it.
This gift I posess
often posesses me
is like another life
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