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Nothing beautiful ever lasts

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Nothing beautiful ever lasts

(venom like frostbite on a Sunday morning)


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My gal pal and I were feeling the hot July mist as we dipped our carefully painted toes in the pool
Swaying our arms to make waves like hurricanes
Flowers blossomed
My best friend
She jokingly said that I’m holding out on love
Not letting anybody too close
Painful reminders of past ghosts
Motorcycles, some of those
I said I’m living like I’m practically comatose
I wake up, open the shades, want to close them back again and fall into a slumber so deep my manager starts calling since I didn’t show up for work
It’s just too much work
And I’m impatient
Stagnant in some ways
Although I am crisp, I say that in a daze
The sky turns ablaze
Hot fire surrounds us

She’s crying and her mascara drips down her rose cheeks
I don’t know what I did
But it’s always me doing something
I remind people of their painful pasts
I refresh their memory that nothing beautiful ever lasts
I put one in mind of the fact that every little time you think something’s good, something’s right
It never is
Your worries become his
And that’s hard to dismiss

I’m not evil
I think I’m not
But the last guy said he hopes my body will rot
I thought it was kind of funny, which sent him in shock
I told him again and again that I’m not quite his flavor
The poor boy, I was doing him a favor!
The January wind came to whisk me away
He locked the door, practically begged me to stay
But it wasn’t hard to walk away (search for new prey)
I’m like a ship that’s too in love with the waves
Goes the wrong way for days
Doesn’t realize there’s a dock waiting, that you don’t have to escape
My vision turns gold and then grey
Nothing beautiful stays
So I celebrate the decay
Am I better off that way?

Morning dew is my favourite
When roses blossom, I’m in heaven
I remember being young, timid, and seven
Pushing my fingers directly into thorns
Gave me a rush that went straight to my bones
I was so little! A young mind so awake
Until I started bleeding and I’d start to shake
Some people are poison, like the tinctures I make
I’m fake I’m fake I’m fake

For God’s sake (my sake and yours) 
Pass me a cider
White roses when you greet me
Try to make me smile
Soon we’ll be dead and no longer will you see me

So I celebrate the decay
Am I better off that way?



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    Poem: En juillet, la pluie tant attendue est enfin tombée.

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    Poem: En juillet, la pluie tant attendue est enfin tombée.

    Your 4 by 4
    My innocence
    Sweet hot suspense
    90 miles per hour on the curves up the mountain, to show me what you know about being intense
    Rain comes down and I’m listening to the Bends

    I want to keep tabs on you even though it’s the wrong thing to do
    Like deja vu
    I’m rose, you’re blue
    Falling off the skyscrapers ’cause I’m having fun
    Nobody says I’m beautiful
    I know it’s not that pitiful
    And I’m so damn ill, it hurts

    I found rejection in the cusp of a rose
    I rolled my eyes and thought, of course

    Congeniality isn’t my default
    I had in mind all of these things to say
    But I’m inclined to say I no longer get my way
    For the devil’s child, it’s gotten late
    I found,
    You down
    On your darkest day
    I had in mind all of these things to say
    I wanted to tell you I felt you fading away
    And that wasn’t okay

    I have a feeling you need to find yourself again
    But I’m scared to leave because I know you need some help

    I have a feeling you need to find yourself again
    But I’m scared to leave because I know you need some help
    I know you need some help

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    Poem: Lying in a field of daisies

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    Poem: Lying in a field of daisies

    It was Saturday; daisies and sweet sunshine
    I bought myself kiwi-watermelon wine
    Caught up to you right on time
    After work you have a few hours to see me
    I’m trying real hard to not tell you the truth about all of the things that are going on with me
    If you knew, you’d flee
    Though I do better when you’re gone
    I never said that I was done
    But I like holding your arm like this
    Introduce me to your adorable little fish
    That you have different names for, and varying relationships with
    I almost died on the sixth
    You were the last thing on my lips

    Your apartment’s above a bakery so we wake up to the smell of cookies and muffins
    You ask me something serious, I tell you I got nothing
    I’m not made out the way you wanted
    I can tell, my thoughts are haunted
    I wonder if you’d mind if I just, disappeared
    For a while
    Long enough to write more poetry that isn’t about you
    Long enough to find myself in ways more than pink and blue
    Long enough to try to escape the physical body I feel chained and restrained to
    Look, it’s going to rain
    It’s like God saw me and noticed I’m in pain
    I wish I could see my dad again

    I looked through my tank playing cards, admiring that T-34
    I found his old letters, so many pages I gripped, and I tore
    I couldn’t stop myself
    I wanted them off my shelf
    I should have called for help
    But I don’t know whether you are or you aren’t one of those boys that picks up the phone when a girl calls you in the middle of the work day
    And to be honest I wasn’t ready to find out that way
    So on my light pink bedspread I fell backwards and lay
    The moon orchestrated this day
    I have faith in the sun but not the stars
    I love the different models of them high-up cars
    I don’t really mind if all we go to are bars
    Just know that here we are
    In a place that’s
    Silent
    Quiet
    Not meant for people that bring the noise

    Lying in a field of daisies
    For a young ballerina, I’ve never looked so poised
    And I know by your expression that it makes you annoyed
    Go to sleep, close your eyes, listen to the twirling fan noise

    Lying in a field of daisies
    My response to your behavior has got me annoyed
    I’ll stay in a hotel tonight, I’ll pay the fee
    Maybe when I get out, I’ll finally be free

    Lying in a field of daisies


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    Poem: Burnt ash & perfume

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    Poem: Burnt ash & perfume

    You told me that you wanted to read the poems that I end up not posting to my website
    You said those are probably the best ones
    I just thought you didn’t like my writing
    Move my hair behind my right side
    This is it
    That’s all I have
    There’s really no more of me
    I sing too
    When I’m blue
    You swallow me

    mailbox, letter boxes, post mail box

    I bought the prettiest pink shower curtain
    With ruffles on the bottom
    Only a few days before my cat shred it to death
    Which I thought was rather tasteful
    Now it looks like someone got in a bad fight
    I’m in for a fright
    You call me, you ask to spend the night
    Yeah right

    I’m in here
    Surrounded by black claws and thin ballerina dolls
    That play eery slow classical sounds and spin around
    I’m the director of this facility
    I scan every body and send them either left or right
    I don’t like what I do
    It frightens me what is done
    After the bodies go to the right
    It’s not right

    I’m attached to you
    But I can easily remove myself
    I learned by watching you

    This is really all I have for you
    It doesn’t get better
    So when you are cold, and you put on my sweater

    I hope the smell of burnt ash & rose perfume is gone

    rose, flower, love

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