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In My HeartYou suck the breath from my lungs.
You take away the space between us.
You hold my hand tight no matter who is watching.
Are you perfect to me? Yes.
Are you my love? Forever.
Are you there when I need you? Always.
Every day I swear you are my miracle.
Every night I wish you sweet dreams on the stars and moon.
Every morning I ask the sun to kiss you for me.
Part of the time I cry over you from loneliness.
Part of the time I'm as starry eyed over you as anyone could be.
Part of the time I swear you're lying next to me, even when the bed is cold and empty.
Of all the people I know, you are the most amazing.
Of all the places I've been, I like being in your arms best.
Of all the things I've seen, you are the most stunning.
Me. You chose me.
Me. Why though, I'll never quite know.
Me. You still want me, and always will you say.
Always I think about you, day and night, but from the beginning of everything between us, you are every part of me.
Not That DayNo one wants to remember their worst nightmare.
No one wants to relive the pain.
No one wants to go back to a time without joy.
No one may want to, but the memories remain.
There was a time when I trusted people.
There was a time when I let others inside.
There was a time when every bruise was accidental.
There was a time, but that time is long past.
Maybe some day I'll have the will to live.
Maybe some day I'll learn to love again.
Maybe some day my scars will heal.
Maybe some day, but today is not that day.
Where The Impossible Tries To BeTake me to a place, she said;
my dreams no longer see.
My heart is breaking, my will is gone;
I'm not who I used to be.
Show me the place you can only see once;
a world for just you and me.
Take me there, to that place;
where the impossible tries to be.
Where the light and the dark share their love;
where the sun and the moon dance above.
A place where the grass and wind
become the sea;
and splash their waves all over me.
Clouds are colors that become the sky;
taste them as they pass on by.
A place where Angels go to cry;
and tears rain down from cold clear sky's.
I'll look up sadly through the rain;
and understand the worlds pain.
so please don't let me fall asleep;
and die for a world i cannot keep.
but don't dare wake me if i dream;
You'll rip our world at its seams.
she left for the place that transcends time;
she'll live forever and ever mine.
a place i will never get to see,
because this world won't let me be.
I can only imagine.
oh so bitterly,
about the place;
Where The Impossi
Hold The NoiseHer words.
They grace pages,
From the tip of her tongue.
Just one more melody,
That goes unsung.
Yet pen strikes at paper,
Creating worlds and dreams.
Not knowing her own talent,
She takes them to extremes.
Unable to control her abilities,
She rhymes the world from reason.
Time holds its breath,
The stars fade out,
She pauses death.
And life stands still.
She writes it all,
While watching from a window sill.
In the worlds she made.
Away from the loud reverberations,
Of stress, life, and boys.
She finds she is finally able,
To Hold The Noise.
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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