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Childhood Trauma

Those pillars supposed to hold us
fell and crippled us instead
those hands that were made to hold us
strangled our tender necks
the years meant to be our happiest 
every day filled with dread
if to be young is very heaven
then truly we were robbed

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On the Rocks

what candle pressed against the wind
a winding trail unfolds 
down the cliffside 
into the storm
where a treasure lies to behold
a thousand jagged teeth
Peirce the roiling spew
a promise of paradise 
the desperate never knew
and down the cliff should you falter
lose your balance and fall
in hopes of happy ever after
soon never after all

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Love Like Codeine

your love was pure
pure like fire
ephemeral and fleeting
and bore a desire

now lost and broken
contemptuous of what's cheapened
I dream of illusions
though I am not sleeping

your love was ephemeral
illusive or illusionary 
like daydreams 

my love was craven
unsure imasculine
or maybe just craving

now lost and contemptuous
of being cheated
by promises I made myself
nightmares that stop me from sleeping

and thoughts of you
so pure and vibrant
and fleeting

all that disappointment
all that potential
all that could have been

and thoughts of sleep
codeine to cleanse
and wash away the pain

and thoughts of you
cruel and callous
not to feel the same

my heart is pure, pure like fire
warn-down in its beating
for you forlorn and broken 
with unfulfilled, unworthy desire

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Letting Go of Disappointment and Expectation

Though you were supposed to be the foundations on which I would go strong
you left me twisting in the wind, waiting for you to fill that role

though I needed help in navigating the world and feeling I had worth
I sat alone waiting until the world passed me by, and learned I was nothing

and when I thought, maybe you were sorry for the way you let me down
you blamed me for being down, said that I was lazy, like I failed you

and when others propped me up, did what was yours to do 
and when I succeeded and built my own foundations around me

then you think, maybe your sorry, not that you are to blame of course
just a litany of excuses, well its too late, I did waiting, you never came
 
I built the foundations on which I will I continue to grow strong
you can twist in the wind, your not worthy of the role

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Flightless

Upon the branch of wasted nothing
Where hampered flight upon crushed wing
Seldom do days come shorter
When seldom is there reason to sing
But to push out from unhappy nest
Without course to fly
Better to fall and lay at rest
Then yearn for unreciprocating sky

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Shipwrecked

such painful ecstasy
such troublesome want
to care so much 
to want to be with so much
some wonderful creature
who feels no love for you

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Ode To Death

he who wields scythe aloft
to reap a withered and ageing crop
the harvest of the doomed and lost
who fell to their winter's frost 

the skeletal hand you must now hold
clenched so you may better feel the cold
the weak, the strong, the timid, the bold 
the masses who shall no longer grow old


shed a tear for those now expired
and pray you not soon shall tire
and not six feet under, mired
when extinguished fragile fire

the dead don't love
the bones don't feel
the ground does not listen
and all with eyes to see
must someday forever sleep.

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Final Full Stop

bleed me
let it squeeze out
this bile has filled me
and animates what otherwise has been hollowed 

love me
fill me with something pure
some light long died out
rejuvenate this broken form

take the broken, and call it worth loving
take the tired and ugly, and call it beautiful
don't let this sad sentence carry that final .

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Life Between Two Worlds

when I burn
when I bleed
when life takes its toll
the mountains stretch
a barrier between two worlds
the night here is dark
the light here is harsh
I yearn for the cool breeze
of the pleasant lands I seldom see
the place beneath your eyes
and in our hearts
on occasions that are not these
and when I return to that place of mind
when again I am whole
I will forget my other life
where I burn
where I bleed 
where life takes its toll

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Creeping Horizon

howling void of whistling hail
uninterrupted tempest 
ears filled with reeds and cavernous sound
the melodious echo of empty eternity 
spring out that void a hand
of demon or angel 
black, white or red
to pluck out what last thought of comfort
and leave the husk forgotten