Lined CanvasBlank white paper beckons so,idle pen poised to create;lined canvas soon to bare my soul.It's been a long and dreadful day;with love, with pain, all held withinmy idle pen, poised to create.Yet I take hardships with a grin,they are my muse, and thus adoredwith love, with pain, all held within.Relentless highs and lows exploredsee every surface draped in scars:they are my muse, and thus adored.Each brisk fall wind, each summer starhas seen, has felt, has known each feat,seen every surface draped in scars.Now here I lay, burnt bruised and beat,renewed by home's embracing heat.Blank white paper beckons so,line
RememberRecall reflections, rippled watersnow bone-bare dirt and sundried sand.Remember yellows, blues and redswhose silken surface softly skimmedcool water, beneathe trembling hands.Rethink the way your waters run;flow with yourself, your soul, your skin.Renew that day you fell in lovewith something better than you'd known,tango with rain, waltz with the wind.Remember now, as you did then;you nevereverneeded him.
RebirthHow thoughtlessly we speak these wordsof life and love and hummingbirds;who's wings beat rhythmic with the earththrough soil and sky,through you and I,relent, release, renew, rebirth.How close we came to 'knowing why,'or so we thought, but found we'd lied,and in defeat, surrendered sighs;no hopeful word,had we not heard,what's once decayed shall burst and thrive.
Somebody ElseHow I wish I was somebody elseHow I wish I was somebody elseHow I long to be new, if only...How I long to be new, if only...If I was somebody else...if only.How I wish, how I long to be new.But alas, it cannot beBut alas, it cannot beI am me, not him or herI am me, not him or herCan it not be me buther or him, alas I amYet could we be all seen as i?Yet could we all be seen as i?The mes and hes and shes?The mes and hes and shes?Could hes and shes and mes just beYet seen as all, as ii wish alas to be somebodyi wish alas to be somebodyhim or her or she or mehim or her or she or mehe or her alas somebod
Onward, we wentOnward, we went;taking the wrong exiton purpose, just to seewhere the winding roadwould find us by daylight.And who would've thoughtthat daylight would find ussitting on shingled rooftopsin the freezing cold,just to get a little bit closerto the sky.Our eyes shown reflections ofspaceshipsand pirate shipsand space pirates,and how if we could,we'd take to the stars andnever go back to work,without even givingtwo weeks notice.Onward, we went;breaking from thetree-lined trailto find towering highsand stream-water lowsamong the mountainous rocks;none too highfor our little bodies to conquer.A
Feel Me BreathingSee me here, just as I was.See me here, just as I was.last night and nights before.last night and nights before.see me before, nights and nights,here, just as I was.See night dying, as it does.See night dying, as it does.And I, beneathe it, breathing.And I, beneathe it, breathing.See night breathing, as it does;and I, beneath it, dying.Feel this musky night divide.Feel this musky night divide,and see me caught between.and see me caught between.Caught between this musky night;Feel, see me divide.See this night, last musky night;See this night, last musky night;see me caught beneathe.See me caught benea
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