The Tongue Is Not A ToyOh, what have I done? My tongue upon The whetting stone.The Tongue Is Not A Toy
I wish that I could take it back. I know now it's too late for that.
How could I have known What senseless damage A muscle would do?
One sentence, A fatal wound.
And as soon as it came out I wished I had just kept my mouth Shut.
Ballon ArmsI wanted to lift my hands To the sky To the sun To touch Your faceBallon Arms
But they were full of Pride And loathing And hate
So heavy that my shoulders Slumped And my legs ached
I couldn't even lift my Arms To give those worthless things Away
So I made a plea That You would relieve me Of these Weights
Take them from my Fingers Before they break.
And just like that They were gone
And like helium My limbs Raised to heaven
I couldn't have
I'm Too ExhaustedDo you ever just want to sleep forever Lay your head down on that feather bed And never lift it up again?I'm Too Exhausted
I know I do. Tonight I do.
This year I do. And maybe that's my fault…
But right now could You just take the weight off? My shoulders ache and my feet won't go another step And lately my neck's been hanging low.
And I'm just ready for You to snatch my burdens up And put them on Your back; I know You're strong enough for that.
And if it's not too much to ask, Could you just pull me into those giant arms And squee
You Could Have Been MemorableYou could have been memorable You could have been starry skies and stolen kisses and neverletmego'sYou Could Have Been Memorable
Instead
You were a welcome mistake An accident of convenience A mess of crashing lips, desperate fingers, shaking hips and dirty laundry
Dont ask meThe Invisible StrandDid you see that? It's like a reflection in the eye. A blue deeper than sky.The Invisible Strand
I walked there. See it? The invisible strand? Beneath the fluttering banner.
The ocean is a fierce lover. I've loved her since my birth. My legs never felt as steady, On anchored strands of earth.
It's a dark sky, now. An infinite mirror of glimmering points. A reverie of awe, A frieze of freedom, A story of a thousand lives.
The stars are a distant mistress, That I will never know. This illusion is a small comfort. Desire only grows
| We were still just babies (Dressing in rags with our wallets full) |
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i like to
put haikus where they
don't belong.
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Veo colores en vos
I see colours in you
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don't be afraid to dream outside the lines.
don't be afraid of painting pictures within your mind.
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raep teim yet? D;
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