Baby, Get LostBaby, get lost.Baby, Get Lost
I'm trying to sleep.
You can't understand what I've been through.
All night, I've been dreaming hurricanes. I bet you've been fooling around.
Now here you are looking for love. rubbing up against me and getting pretty vocal.
Baby,
get lost.
I probably should have fallen for your brother.
He wasn't as cute, sure, but I bet there would have been a lot less drama.
After the Break-UpThe void of memory between us is a broken mirror. In another seven years, none of this nonsense will mean a thing.After the Break-Up
Hey, did you know? The face you wear isn't who you are. It's only a Venetian Mask.
When I saw through the cracks I realized I didn't love you anymore-- but without you I've forgotten how to laugh and cry.
I wasted so many years fishing for myself, but all I caught was a cold. Pretty typical, huh?
Funny, looking back now, what I hated most wasn't even you. It was the 'me' I saw through your eyes.
P.S.: Are y
Soda Tabswhat I loved most about him were his fingers— the way he opened cans one-handed, and the way his knuckles would bend like a cat curling it’s paw.Soda Tabs
Some people might tell you about his eyes, or his laugh,
or the texture of his hair.
Not me.
I loved him best for the soda can tabs he used to misspell my name,
his yellow shoelaces, and the cracked black nail polish that will be with me long after his name has gone.
Conversations with StrangersWe’ve spent our whole lives having conversations with strangers but there’s no one that’s stranger than us.Conversations with Strangers
All we know how to say is ‘please’ and ‘thank you.’
What Mother taught me is how to smile when I don’t mean it and cry when no one is looking.
Now that I’ve grown, I’ve got it all backwards.
There’s something the moon is trying to tell me but I’m too blind to listen.
I used to know you better than this: When I think about that, I sigh expansively, &nb
you can't feel through fabrictonight the rain becomes the earth falling from hidden spaces in the sky and swollen clouds i hear it make mud of dirt, and lovers of friends and ask, quiet, where are you going but down?you can't feel through fabric
i’m not all there in the head you’re not all there in the head, my mother says i’m not all there in the head i repeat sometimes i’m there in my toes and fingers and heart as well
and now - in this downpour moment- i lie on the street so warm that i think well that’s where love’s gotten to but where is your shirt n? oh someplace else and is that a lig
'butterfly, Girl' arrives at lulu.com
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"But true expression, like th' unchanging sun,
clears and improves whate'er it shines upon,
it gilds all objects, but it alters none."
~Pope
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"All mein Leben war ein Traum,
Soll ich nun so bald erwachen?
Sonne scheint und will nicht lachen.
Eine Sense hängt am Baum."
{Otto Ernst}
The lighting, the brush strokes, it's a great piece.
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At sunrise, your tiny wings unfurl.
You've become a butterfly, Girl.
I'm afraid if I touch you, you'll
fall to pieces.
my book, "butterfly,Girl" is available at: [link]
Just popping by to say that your username made me smile.
And you also write very nice poetry...you definitely deserve more recognition on this site!
It's always nice to hear that someone likes my work.
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At sunrise, your tiny wings unfurl.
You've become a butterfly, Girl.
I'm afraid if I touch you, you'll
fall to pieces.
my book, "butterfly,Girl" is available at: [link]
--
At sunrise, your tiny wings unfurl.
You've become a butterfly, Girl.
I'm afraid if I touch you, you'll
fall to pieces.
my book, "butterfly,Girl" is available at: [link]
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