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Sound Asleep, I Leave You

In my veins, I feel it.
The velvet that runs deep.
My thought are often crowded,
But you open me up with ease.

The rhythmic hammering in my chest,
takes flight when you're around.
A unyielding elation showers me,
My body begins to shake.

Your head is moving closer,
And our hands are interlocked.
Your voice is simmering at the tip of your tongue,
And I breathe in something hot.

You're perfect, he whispers.
I listened with intent.
His palms were getting sweaty,
And his breathing began to even.

Sorry, I whisper to myself.
A instant flood of guilt.
Discreetly, I rise and gain composure,
As I peep at your face.

Sound asleep I leave you,
Peaceful and carefree.
I know that you are dreaming,
And I hope it's about me.

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Ocean's Chamber

My kingdom is underground,
Protected by the sea.
My castle can't be found,
But that's no guarantee.

Howls of misery and shrieks of despair,
Are carried by the deep.
A chorus of pleading prayer,
Is tricked into eternal sleep.

You fools will never learn,
My fortress is a secret,
A welcome you can't earn.
A crime you should regret.

Glancing out my window,
Your bodies often float.
You drowned in my ocean's glow,
A place that's so remote.

I keep my kingdom veiled,
Guarded from harm and anger.
In this realm, I am nailed,
Trapped in my ocean's chamber.

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Silk Castle

I live in a house, 
A house that’s made of silk.
Blue and violet,
The color of my silky sheets.
On a strong winters day,
The wind was unforgiving.
My house and all its contents were slowly blown away.

The smooth silk roof and my lush silk floor,
Were the first removed my precious kingdom.
I had a dog named Silky,
And soon he was stolen too.
Bit by bit, silk pieces left my house.
I watched them blow away from me to a foreign place.

The wind subsided, and I was very relieved.
My silk crypt that I called home, is now a deserted island.
A memory is all my castle is, because only I remain.
Maybe on a different day,
I’ll build my silk fortress again.

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Empty Basement

I have a hollow basement,
It's unfurnished and devoid.
Love and enchantment, it should have plenty.
Tenderness it seems to lack.

Many hands have offered help,
To my basement that is empty.
Vacant and abandoned,
My basement will always be.

Even though it hungers,
For care and protection,
I cannot seem but wonder.
I just can't help but ponder.

Alone and cold my basement stands,
A soul I call my own,
Why my jilted crypt,as lonely as can be
Shuns the nurture that my vault so badly needs.

My basement is alive.
It contains all of me.
My soul, my heart, my sacred space,
Is what my basement holds.

It's blind to protection,
And you're blind to my heart.
It holds a special part of me,
That was angry from the start.

It's a personal burden,
This sadness I acquired.
Gloom and bleak defeating me,
A feeling that I know.

My basement is hollow,
But I welcome it to love.
When love can make me stronger,
My crypt will always burn.

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Box and a Feather

Ticking clock, 
The doorbell rings.
I made a stride, I hear a knock.
A package, the mail man brings.

Stamps and brown paper,
And writing and string.
Inside, I found a note and a feather.
It read such a peculiar thing.

"When you were little I would hold your hand,
And tuck you into bed.
I came running at your demand,
Listened to whatever you said."

"In the clouds, the birds are free
Soaring through the endless sky.
There is one last thing you can do for me,
Spread your wings and learn to fly."

A final attempt to throw me a rope,
So her child can have a life that’s complete.
She said I was her only hope,
To have faith in something that’s concrete.

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My Body Craved a Bit of You

The first thing I teethed was failure,
Pain with no success.
Mistakes I've made have seen the light.
They shatter upon contact.
My wicked ways increase in number,
I cradle them with ease.

To my surprise and others too,
My behavior will never change.
I was born into existence,
This life of taunting games.

The faults I've made are plenty,
A hobby it is to me.
This talent that consumed me,
This gift was not in free will.

My body craved a bit of you,
So this is what I got.
A natural attraction to failure,
Mistakes and fault and sin.

My body craved a bit of you,
An instinct I regret.
A bond that can't be broken,
Fixed or cleaned or cured.

We share a solemn constant,
A constant to this day.

My body craved a bit of you,
And this is what I got.
A living form of disaster,
I'm a disaster just like you.

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Away We Go

In the streets, we walk alone
Down, down, low, away we go.
The stars, they only taunt us.
Up so high, dancing in the sky.

I want to seek their comfort.
I want my body cradled.
Down, down, low, away we go.
Walking like outcast.

It's because i'm different
It's because we're different

"How dare you bring yourself around here.
I don't like your kind"
We're just like pariahs,
Looking for each other.

Down, down, low, away we go
Again, I feel rejected.
Again, I'm a disgrace.

The only thing we wanted,
Was the feeling of home.
Home, that was so long ago.

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Controlled Space

Floating sounds in perfect pitch
Your words, they make me lust.
Secret thoughts I often conjure,
I try to calm my greed.

I want to taste your ecstasy 
And hold it on my tongue.
Your presence is engulfing me,
My body is going numb.

But in a room of plenty,
I imagine we’re alone.
No distractions to disturb you,
Just our bodies intertwined.

But in the sad reality,
You stand with manly grit.
I watch you in your controlled space,
And we listen to you teach.

But when our hour is over,
And I’m forced to part ways.
I do not stop to wallow,
Because tomorrow awaits.

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Clawing Counters

Racing thoughts strangle me,
My attention is single minded.
Like an animal, I begin to hunt
For my true nirvana.

My hands are clawing counters and my eyes pursue the floor.
Instincts are taking over and I begin to sniff.

Where is my shameful secret, a bottle so discreet?
My dirty little secret, is avoiding me.
Like a stealthy warrior, I fight for what I need.
This little degrading bottle has such a hold on me.

An attraction that has gone to deep, 
It’s not good for pathetic me.
Like an authentic savage,
I have my captured my sneaky prey.

Now that I’m pleased, and I can finally rest,
I offer myself a handful, of its sweet content.
Maybe an a hour, or maybe three or four
My body will start crying, and begging for more.