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Best Poems Written by Stephanie Kjaerbaek

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Tumbleweed

Tumbleweed

	I'm so tired of tumbling down that highway
	Like a tumbleweed in the wind
	I'm so tired of drifting away
	Without the blessings of the canyon sun

	A ship upon that desert sea
	Sunlight so far away from me
	Back where the mountains start to fade
	Rolling hills rolling hills rolling hills start again, some oasis
	A joker amongst these aces of spades

	I'm so tired of a pointed thumb
	Deadend beginnings and songs never sung
	Words of hesitation upon my tongue
	I'm so tired of what has never begun
	This other journey back home back home back home

	Wild apple blossoms soon take shape
	And the ripest fruit start to rot
	Buttercups for all my past loves
	Even when my tongue's in knots
	I'm so tired of giving in without the wild meadows

	I'm so tired of concrete for a love
	Four years of wandering and I've started to come undone
	Come undone come undone come undone
	When the sunset leads to the sunrise again
	The canyon sun's first ray shines without end.

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To Roses

A scarlet tear drips o'er the thorn,
As she runs her stained fingernails along the edge.
The blade digs a little deeper:
Beautiful like her lips that speak so silently;
In the irony of a moment, she fades.

As a summer rosebud in blossom penetrates;
The starlit sunlight's gasp against twilight's chill;
A sharp cold turns to the flu.
Dances of fever and anger o'er the horizon:
Blood splatters across the sky.

After the battle of her dreamy cowboys against bison;
She stares up in wonder at this moment.
As she continues to caress the blade;
That lovely rosebud cuts a little deeper into the flesh.
She blesses the curse of roses.

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Career Opportunities

A beautiful lifestyle guarantee:
All these wonderful gifts for free!
Read about indiscretions,
In the latest ads they've got running:
All the secret alliances you could be planning.
 
High-class, back door man's agency stands here;
Nobody gets through the front entrance easily:
 maids, s and some high-class s.
Bureacracy assures a business fee for the license:
He operates as long as the city hall makes money.

While the business community removes
Ladies of the night in ripped, fishnet stockings
That their mothers wouldn't approve of.
Forget the dealers and their offerings of  ;
Enslavement to the streets is an opportunistic game.

These white collars workers insist on discrimination;
As long as they go around with their golddigging wives;
They are the ones to make the exception.
We don't talk about their little indiscretions;
As long as 'don't ask, don't tell' replaces the question.
 
"Put on your ripped fishnet stockings, my love!
As long as we're in this posh hotel room, nobody cares
About dry brown toast from the local bar!"
And room service that requires a tip on the table
Much larger than his precious, cheap fifty cents.

Think about going there for an interview?
Put on your best fake happy face;
Don't look like a living, walking disgrace!
Think about what the price of making money is.
 
Call that a career opportunity?
Private escort agency?
Girls arrive desperately;
Underage, possibly?
Call that a career possibility?

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If I Say No

If I Say No

Too much disinformation
Rumours about my life, personal investigation
My love life your interpretation
Available just cynical
And I never look your way twice
I refuse to even pretend to be nice
Love being in love but why pay the price
For another user, another loser

Weigh your options carefully
Carry your burdens without me
If I say no, I don't mean yes
Why even try to second guess
If I say no, I don't mean yes

Maybe's just an ideal assumption
A  victim of presumption
I'm not a beat, a difficult 
Who cares about your little world
Only a victim of your disappointment
Words like a gun that won't go off
Just live with the  and swallow it
You're a real man now, so take a hit and take a hint

Weigh your options carefully
Carry your burdens without me
If I say no, I don't mean yes
Why even try to second guess
If I say no, I don't mean yes

One syllable and it's so simple
One meaning one purpose without you
Now I can stay or I can leave
Get lost and take a reprieve
From all your attempts to deceive

Weigh your options carefully
Carry your burdens without me
If I say no, I don't mean yes
Why even try to second guess
If I say no, I don't mean yes

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Friendly Strangers

Why slap somebody's else's face when you like to slap your own
	Why remain polite with crooked strangers upon the phone
	Standing at the crossroads of my own nightmare
	I want to jump on that train of despair
	Ride my way out of here

	I'm a passenger without a destination
	Down that bridge towards hesitation
	No fear and no reservations
	Lost to this world and lost to myself
	Shards of broken glass left on that shelf

	And if my glass heart supposedly feels nothing
	Around here everybody's a friendly stranger
	In love with the loveless and that's the danger
	Carrying all those burdens except their own
	Smashing up that busy downtown pay phone

	And sometimes I find a dime or two
	In search of the time I give to you
	Your empty faces for the system
	Another dollar for a number
	Don't call yourself a victim

	Why slap my face when I can spit on yours
	Another vacation house by the seashore
	A rock garden and what a bore
	Out on the balcony, such a phony
	Fake kindness and laughter from an old crony

	And if I'm a familiar stranger
	In love with love and there's none here, that's the danger
	I'd rather hightail it in front of that train
	Moving quickly in the darkness again
	Down those tracks into the night's oblivion.

	And if I find a day or two
	I'll tell the whole story to you
	Don't call me a victim
	I relented halfway with this system
	Don't call me a friendly stranger, there's no real danger.

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Revenge of Blondie, Part One

Once told she was a marital health hazard
She obliterated the double standard
She and her best friend's husband left
In a getaway car after the theft

At a downtown bank with no security to thank
For putting an end to the crime
Of course, that organized  made good time
She had a revenge fantasy one night

The dream starred Bonnie and Clyde
With guns, bibles and razor blades in hand
As they got married in the ocean tide
So she thought she'd pursue her one true love

Blessed and cursed by up above
She possess ambition
She knew the latest edition
Of the tabloids word for word

Unlike Britney, this one had brains
Her sardonic wit drove other women insane
She didn't do charity work in vain
So she dropped off a suitcase of cash

At a homeless shelter
While her true love's wife went through her trash
She had taken enough of people's bad attitude
So she started acting a little rude

Her one curse was her foul mouth
Lewd but not crude, she left men in doubt

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Shayla

She pulls off her glasses and says:
"For my whole life, I''ve wandered through a maze.
My drawings look like a drunken haze of fog,
And sometimes I wonder."
Her dirty brown hair falls down to her shoulders.
She waves her hand back and forth for his pleasure.
She once promised him any leisure;
Now she gives in without a care.
 
He won't meet her on time;
She won't see his betrayal's a crime;
I know her life's none of my business.
Nobody in love wishes for this:
Holding on after a goodbye kiss;
He wants to pursue another ;
As pretty as a stained ocean pearl;
He trusts in her feigned innocence.
 
Shayla, do you ever ask him why?
He won't just tell you goodbye.
Shayla, do you ask yourself how?
Why do you settle for second best?
He leaves your heart on the shelf;
When that glass smashes to smithereens,
You will pick up the broken pieces,
While cutting your hands in the process.

Then you will smear  over the canvas,
You will spread charcoal as lines of scrimmage.
One side of the picture holds back betrayal;
The other side protects your territory.
He will try to go after you there.
He won't get through the muddy trenches.
You won't have to declare war.
He will shoot himself with his own bullet.

You should finish that picture.
A friend will frame it for you;
Then you can send a copy through the mail,
Along with a picture of his faithlessness,
To his latest friend and wish him well.

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Hey! Hey! Loretta!

Hey Hey Loretta what do you say
When nobody cares if your heart matters
A princess with clothing in tatters
From Nelson to these tree-lined streets
Where all the artsy business types meet

Hey Hey Hey Hey Just go away
Tired for your voice everyday
Tired of how you wouldn't have it any other way
So goodbye now and have a good day
I will if you just go away

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Whatever, Untitled

Why do you fuel the fire within,
As you crucify your next of kin?
How do you survive this melodrama,
After all these souls scarred by the trauma?
Take a look over here, now what do you see?

Do you see yourself looking back at me,
With a scarlet tear for agony?
Tears drown in a bottle of wine,
At a moment in the late evening,
When the stars behind the overcast sky seem hard to define.

Let's take this bottle and raise it up!
Contemplate smashing the glass at full throttle!
With an ocean of speed, we smash,
Or we can take this last drop;
Use the stained to crash a car!  Just kidding!

Oh, I'd love to sail away on the sea!
The rainfall in spring just reminds me;
Of certain forgotten dreams.
Those old variations on a theme:
The Song sings out to me.

What remains the same doesn't please.
What goes on inside your mind?
Too many generations back, you see:
I don't expect you to please me.
I want to be the honest one, here.

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That devilish look in your eyes
You wouldn't hurt me, would you?
You nearly bring me to my knees
Steal away any innocence left, please
Touch me honestly
Give me real 
I want to feel your ice melt between your thighs 
No compromise