Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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I suppose the choice has been made one way or another
And who am I to lament the choices of others.
Down another avenue
Crossing lines that have already been crossed tracing over them with shaking hands and lines that aren’t straight.
I wonder if the prince had a choice to make
Or if I’ll always be chasing his silhouette looking from behind
Wishing he’d turn around.
If it was true would the whole world know it?
Would they feel the same touch and see the same eyes and feel the same?
Would it be fair?
And yet when I return to the beat I don’t see it.
I realised that the answer was back when I was too excited about the prospect I didn’t see it.
Emergency vehicles and screaming brakes.
If the sun could set
He needs a break.
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A muddled mess of feelings and fire
Who knows who is thinking of who or what
But it makes it better for a few
For a few
How many times before something good comes
A slight bend of knee that is hard to determine.
Perhaps just wishing to make sure that it didn’t over boil.
Covering the faces to hide the lies whispered
And the truths left unsaid
The exhausted heart just trying to find a spark
Waiting for the beating to start.
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Little sleeping faerie in the daylight sun
Waiting for the day she will awaken.
Curled around the moon and its little bed of flowers
Her face quiet calm and serene.
If someday she awakened and flew about
Would the one to observe it be shocked into a shout
She rests forever,
Sleep etched on her face.
A statue
A figure
Standing forever in her grace.
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I confess
I have nothing to confess
No words to settle the unease in my heart
Things from years gone by
仕方がない仕方がない。
No left over malicious intent,
Just actions of a child.
Regression, submission, time lost regret.
Haven’t found the right words yet.
青い目と金糸髪。
I’m still dreaming of you every night.
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She looked at me with the eyes of a young angry lady.
She was so angry that she’s old and we aren’t.
She resents my absence.
Still burning with that same royal feeling about her as she did the day she came home.
She demanded a kiss to her forehead.
Our greeting and the most affection she ever enjoys.
Don’t touch her unless she wants you to.
My beautiful guardian in a house where I had nowhere to go.
I hadn’t thought about it in so many years.
My lovely lady.
Queen of her abode.
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Do you even know where your joints are or are you just in a right strop?
Knees go one way not seventeen you freak.
I love your hands though.
Hopefully you don’t mind her looming over your shoulder
She’s taken.
It’s either the teeth or the eyes
Or that you won’t put on a shirt.
Little woodland boy playing with strings between his fingers
He never lets go of them
The silent singer who waits for a tune
The brothers I think are just happy to be free.
My companions.
Elucidating Questions 