I pick your apples with a gentleness uncharacteristic of my kind.
I eat them with a fervor that may only come from me.
You are my garden of Eden and I gladly take any fruit the snake may provide me
Because having a piece of you, however unlasting, is better than having none.
Because I hold onto you like a farmer holding his last crop.
And I feast. I allow myself to consume.
If you have the ability to go, then god knows I have the ability to devour.
12th Street
The curtain rises, the stage light
beams on the darkest street in town.
On a hot night, 12th street lives.
The old abandon buildings jump
with jazz, hot rock, and laughter.
Transient stars appear in glittering gowns,
poising for sightseers and seekers,
modeling down the rubble grey stage
with eyes that call, "pay my price,
i'll be nice".
They are received with passionate responses,
as the audience gladly agrees to pay the
price for an unlasting reward from
the stars of the street.
The curtain falls, the stage light dims,
on a hot day, 12th street dies.
being raised italian
growing up green
not knowing what
a name meant
just agreeing
familia
so there was
my aunt Romaine
completely sane but
having the ability to be
quite silly and even now
thoughts of her
give me a smile and
usually a laugh after
years of happiness
never unlasting or
ever passing for
time will
always be hers for
death doesn't lose
any of memories'
minutes like
the time she
arrived
from the grocer
never knowing
or ever suspecting
at the suggestion
that there ever
was any other
lettuce
for in her
warmth she'd
never have been
named ice
berg
If only it were so simple,
to cruise through life smelling roses;
but the obstacles blacken the countryside,
and we unwittingly crush them beneath our boots.
Dreams sustain us through the madness;
goals give a finish line to our race.
Yet they change with every turn, around every wall,
and remain elusive throughout the quest.
Mistakes are made, and regrets are our luggage;
we will drag them with us to slow us down.
The victories are flashes of light, sudden and unlasting, which allow us
to glimpse the road ahead before darkness descends.
Love is bitter, yet it is the bread that keeps us.
Over and over it fills us up, only to starve us.
The people whom we love shape our destinies and our strengths,
yet leave us cold and alone in the darkness.
There are others trying to race to the end;
occasionally, we bump into one or two.
The bonds we form help us down the path less lonely
but eventually, we lose each other in the darkness.
Alone is not a bad way to be;
it clears your head and focuses you on the journey.
Cherish the short intervals during the quest you have with others,
but be prepared to walk alone in the darkness.
I feel
the pain
of absent truths
the proof
is in my actions.
The lack of feelings
I'm dealing with
make me realize
theres only a fraction
of happiness.
but I want it all
cuz I recall
the better days,
but that was a ways
away.
My thirst is profuse
which the use of water
cannot dilute.
I'm voracious
but my hunger
is tenacious
and tough.
Bread alone
is not enough.
You knew,
I knew,
we all knew
the truth.
The proof
of unlasting happiness
is evident
and I've spent
just about
enough time
trying
to proove otherwise.
My cries
overpower
my hour
of worldly happiness.
I guess I feel
fed up.
times up
im done.
-Tamara Brown
Jan 1, 2011
If only it were so simple,
to cruise through life smelling roses;
but the obstacles blacken the countryside,
and we unwittingly crush them beneath our boots.
Dreams sustain us through the madness;
goals give a finish line to our race.
Yet they change with every turn, around every wall,
and remain elusive throughout the quest.
Mistakes are made, and regrets are our luggage;
we will drag them with us to slow us down.
The victories are flashes of light, sudden and unlasting, which allow us
to glimpse the road ahead before darkness descends.
Love is bitter, yet it is the bread that keeps us.
Over and over it fills us up, only to starve us.
The people whom we love shape our destinies and our strengths,
yet leave us cold and alone in the darkness.
There are others trying to race to the end;
occasionally, we bump into one or two.
The bonds we form help us down the path less lonely
but eventually, we lose each other in the darkness.
Alone is not a bad way to be;
it clears your head and focuses you on the journey.
Cherish the short intervals during the quest you have with others,
but be prepared to walk alone in the darkness.
I'm alone, and drunken, I'm alone on my own.
I am drifting in memories of a life still unknown.
I find myself staring at clouds passing by.
I'm crying inside, and I still don't know why.
Where are the dreams that I had as a child..
Who is this woman, so numb and so wild.
The minutes keep moving, the hours unlasting.
Should I keep drinking, as time keeps on passing.
I look in the mirror, and who do I see.
Someone I lost long ago inside me.
I pray for the change, I pray for the life.
I pray to be who I am, inside this wife.
I pick up the dish, I pick up the trash.
I pick up the groceries, spending the cash.
I turn on the light, I turn off my heart.
When will my dreams come back..
Will they ever start...
Again.
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