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A Nurse's Apology

Its the silence I am surrounded by,
a hundred people,
waiting patiently to die.
Their little rooms of beds,
neat little rooms,
colors full of life,
so contradictory to  the reality. 
Silence now as they sleep,
one day bleeding into another.
Do they even realize death approaches?
We fill their days with pain meds,
and children's games.
We fill their heads with love,
and hope wasted.
Silence is our only real offering of comfort.
To be the onlookers to aging,
we feel gifted.
We are given a glimpse into our futures,
laying in a cold bed,
a room filled with colors and death,
wondering, if we can, when the last exhalation will come. 
Now sitting here in the dark, early morning,
I fail to see the beauty and hope in this scene.
I see reality in this old flickering tube lighting,
I see the aseptic, clinical side of death.
And for all the lies I tell them, 
for all the false hope I bring,
for all the bright, unnatural smiles I give,
I am sorry.
I see reality here in my dark hallway,
listening to a hundred dying breaths.
I am a witness to death.
And I thank God I am on this side.

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Strangers Gift

Beneath the falling stars 
I stand desolate and alone. 
Despite the midnight light I find nothing 
I'm far from home. 

Through crimson tint of fire 
I dance with myself in my dreams. 
You're not there to hold me 
I dare not even sing your name. 

Wandering in my mind, 
evading evening fog 
I sit beneath the sunlight 
I think of my desires untold. 

Innocence unknown, 
My world came to me of a strangers gift, 
the gift of darkness I've never known. 


Could you see my paradise, 
my world of pleasure not of pain? 
Could you appreciate my dreams of love, 
my fantasy of fate? 

In midnight clouds I clothe myself, 
in auburn fires I gaze. 
No, you'd never appreciate my place, 
my world of strangers gift. 

Of one night I obtained my gift, 
this strangeness, 
this darkness, 
this world. 

Of one word I obtained this place, 
with one motion, 
one passion, 
one greed. 

Now in  this darkness I'm left to myself, 
to steep in my paradise of loneliness. 
I'm glad I'm here and not with you, 
I'm doing well on my own. 

My comfort now is my stranger, 
he comes and he goes. 
You no longer matter to me, 
I no longer remember your name.

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Nocturne Reverie

Flowers drawn in blood and ink,
littering the floor like sand.
Window lit with summer moon,
showing my failures and faults.
I smear my flowers across the linoleum with stained hand,
withered from the pale light. 
I have seen the maelstroms,
thick with alcohol lightning.
I know the skies,
with their archipelagos  of stars.
It has all brought sweet madness, 
violet and lilac rainbows.
Lifting my dreamy eyes towards the ceiling,
I surrender to the tempest I only imagined.

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My Last Love

Maybe tonight isn't the night,
for prose and promises.
Maybe tonight is for the silence of lost voices,
all clamoring thunder,
whispered wind.
The magic of your starlight remains lost on me,
but to salve the sting of memories.
Strengthening resolve in the face of such,
to remain my own,
retaining courage and self. 
The need to belong to you,
possessed as it were,
your trinket, never stronger.
I've known this before,
beautiful lies from poisonous tongue.
No such worries now,
all washed away by tears shed long before you.

You're my last hope before dark.

My last chance for peace.

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Passions Wait

Follow me.

Follow.

Won't you follow me?

Into what you asked  me to follow you.

To the prefect darkness that entwines it's fingers in my hair.
To a place of silk and satin.
Into a place where you hands dare more than to simply caress me.
Find me here and delve into the places unexplored.
Touch me like only you've whispered about in dreams.

Would you love me then?
Or would you be overcome with lust..
Would you be gentle?
Or would your passion tear me in two?
Would your hands be gloved in silk?
Or would they be talons for rending my flesh.

In this place would you be daring?
Now that we're alone?
Or would you be meek,
shying back away from me, 
afraid  if you touched me I may disappear?
I am not smoke.
I am pure passion, 
made for you, 
my lover.

I will not leave,
not sleep,
nor sustain my own life,
until you are satisfied.
You are for what I live.
You are he whom I love.
I will wait for you in this place,
in my satiny repose.
Until such time that you should  chose to look for me.
And you here will find me,
yours for the taking.

Into what  you asked me to follow you.

Won't you follow me?

Follow.

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For My Muse

So easily we slipped,
falling into familiar patters and dances.
You took my hand, 
asking to lead me.
I pulled away,
my mind still cluttered,
with things I never deserved.

How could you ask these things of me?
These little things,
trust and happiness,
so foreign to me.
You promise nothing that isn't possible,
no moon and stars,
just safety and warmth.

Gently yet forcefully,
you took me from what I knew,
without my permission,
you took my heart from behind its walls.
I don't know how you did this to me,
turned my life inside out and shook out the pain.

Relighting the candle I thought I destroyed,
I stand in awe of you.
Indebted to you.
I find that the only currency I can offer you is my heart,
and I can only hope you keep it safe in payment.

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Incessant

I've buried you under layers of sand and memories.
A life so busy,
I don't have time for you anymore. 
To take time out of my life to put pen to page,
it seems ridiculous. 
Everything has changed but you.
Is it that I can't be free of you?
That you are unable to change?
Would that I could rip you out of me,
finally be free of the verse and prose.
Would that I could take a knife to you,
to end the eternal monologue in lyric in my head.
Why can't you understand that not everything needs be written?
In the past I indulged you to excess,
let you free to fly across the page.
Now you plague me with your insistence. 
Rusty and unused as you are, 
I take you out once,
and again you rattle in your cage.
You vile artistry,
you detestable curse. 
I simply don't have time for you,
in this new and rushing earth of mine.
Yet as subtle as the lily incense I set to burn,
you tap against my skull.
waiting again for me to set you to page.

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Never Again

And here again I stand, 
empty and bleeding,
wishing only for the kiss of true passion again in my life.
To truth and beauty I remain a slave,
empty and soulless until such a time
as someone reminds me why I breathe.

Pulling in so many directions, 
wishful thinking,
paranoia and illness.

Perhaps the home we thought we made,
was nothing but lies and illusion.
The loss of such was not as painful as it should have been.
More a realization that no two people should hurt so much.
A quick slash across the wrist,
the darkness enfolding as everything fades.
When we wake,
we won't hurt anymore.

Everything I held sacred, 
no longer means a thing.
You've managed to take that from me.
But the one lesson I have learned, 
and learned well is this:

Never again.

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Watchers Lullaby

You're standing in the doorway,
blocking out the light.
You're watching me sleeping,
ignoring the rest of the night.
From the way that I sleep sideways,
to my fingers every move.
A little smile creeps sideways,
but you're afraid to move.

What if she gets angry?
What if she gets scared?
What if she cares
that I watch her in her sleep.
What if she wakes up, 
and finds me at her feet?
All I want to do is hold her.
All I want to do is stare.
All I want to see is her.
I don't want to be anywhere.

I wake to find you crying, 
leaning against the door.
I really don't know what's wrong,
you do know that I care.
Your bright beautiful blue eyes,
find me through the dark.
For the fifty-millionth time our eyes meet,
and still there's that little spark.

She woke to find me standing here.
To see my watery eyes.
She woke to see me watching her,
I hope she knows I'm blind.
Blinded by the light of her, 
blinded by her flood.
I hope she does know I love her.
That for her I'd spill blood.

My love is still there and standing,
I beckon you to my side.
I try to dry your tears,
to help heal your broken pride.
As you fall to sleep, 
under my protective arm.
I try to take the sight of you in, 
from your rough hands to your sleepy smile.
I can't contain my love for you,
and it comes out in words.

"I love you so much.
You'll really never know
how much I need you laying here,
from the dusk until the dawn.
One day you'll be here with me,
one day you'll never cry.
One day you'll be my only love.
Your name is my lullaby."

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Changed

Lay low the thunderous applause,
those multitudes who believe in me,
believe in my strength,
my unfaltering willingness to sacrifice myself,
to save anyone at all.
To hail me as champion is folly,
to rely on me, foolish. 
No longer the one who laid down all,
to answer sweet sirens call. 
I gave up my life once,
to be savior of one soul. 
Then bared my wrists so sweetly, 
taking the lashes for his sins.
But my love became the one wielding the blade,
yet I smiled all the same
and took all he would give. 
He ended the one all once knew,
champion of the weak,
she who would stand when she wanted to weep.
Who gave herself to hell
to curtail the pain of another.
Lay low the applause,
those who still believe.
I will only let you down.