Have you ever been tolerated too much to be loved?
Have you ever been admired much to be helped?
It’s easy for you to put up with this-
Your touch is a friendly but fare thee well kiss,
a smiling from over the edge of the abyss-
But it’s killing me softly, this song from black dove.
Must you leave me here to hate myself?
Was it easier to tell me that you understand my lies
than to say you understand enough to get why I would die
for these lies that are easy. Is ease easier than freely?
What of peacefully? Truthfully? Unshackled or youthfully?
Have you ever come across these things? Did you stop and stare?
Or if they’re not that novel to you, would you care to share?
Do you fear what I would say? Do you fear what they would do?
Do you fear to feel the deep involvement it’d require of you?
Do you dare to fear the failure of your so-believed truth?
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Your lips push your cheeks up,
pull your spine with.
Three seats and aisle, mere sign of the divide-Read More »
Child of the dark, given a magic prayer and some commands,
who picked up confusion, legalism on the way,
trying not to doubt their magical prayer,
wondering why it won’t prompt the ways they said you’d change.
Afraid to trust, forbidden to not,
unsafe on either plane,
child of fear’s of hopelessness, and as such, of shame.Read More »
Hopes are heavy. That’s why we say that we get them up.
And I know that it seems easy,
but adrenaline rises in a rush
to transfer energy and perpetuate movement
when you’re faced with something grand enough
to be worth lifting hopes.Read More »
When my black butterflies come
with their razor wings that make me bleed,
and they darken the horizon as far as eye can see,
(And the black butterflies come,
with their razor wings that scratch and screech
on the chalkboard of my heart, to start to suck the nectar out…)Read More »
I guess the singing sounds strange
if you don’t believe in it-
Like that one deluded, awkward kid
who still believes in Santa Claus.Read More »