Even his voice is hot

You call me friend, smile and wave hello. But as i turn you laugh again at my thinly protected back. Slipping words into their ears, lies that almost break me. You say forever like you mean it. But those shifting movements in the dark blind me like the roses thorns. I will be wary next time we meet, because this time i know.

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Will you be the one? Eyes like glass, shining and clear. Eyes that could make a mountain bow. My head is tilting. Wild rivers dashing at the sides, begging to be calmed. And the butterflies. Familiar and haunting, making me want to rip open my heart and set them free forever. Will you change this hope, this desperation? Will you be the one to tranquillize this inner chaos. This pandora's box, residing in my chest. Those peircing movements poke fun at myself. Their words, and whispering wishes stepping into my heart and stabbing at the wounds and insecurities within. Will you be the tape that holds me togeather as i fall apart? I know its not much but i need you to be there. When i fall apart, crashing to the shore and coming up for air. Will you be there? Or will you tip-toe away, and vanish silently into the night as i wait for the love that wont come?

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Miles away a baby cries. Tears of hunger and pain. Dust rolls in clouds, and we lay here and pray that we dont get eclipsed by it. But what of the ones who are left without voices. Throats as dry as famine. What of them? What of the ones sitting alone, on the cold hard concrete, waiting for daylight to shine on their faces, heal their wounds. What of the ones beaten, and shrunken like socks left too long in a drier, all for what they believe...who they love. The strong and proud, slammed into submission. Struggling, toiling, in their silent cells. Who speaks for them that cant speak for themselves. Do you hear the hearts pleading? The hope that threatens to drown us as each new day dawns. Remember those who are lost in that sea. For after all, "Attention must be paid."

Lemon Poundcake

A laugh and shrug, a brush of the hand. Two hearts embeded as one. Clothes rustle past each other and gather togeather. Kids run and play, hopping past their lives with one another, into the crash of love. Glowing, radient, beaming love. The world revolves by it. Like chocolate, the cure of everything, all faiths. Faith slipping over the head, of friends. Gathered togeather and gossiping. Spilling out secret wishes and absorbing hidden truths through hushed lips. The happiness that turns the globe, uniting nations. Love.

But it doesnt smell good!

Reaching behind this veil is hard, to peel back to inner layers and the deepness inbetween. We see this transparentness yet hold up the veil just in case. To dig, go deeper, only creates mess. This dirt strewn about, puddles overflowing. Its easier to leave things unsaid, hide away this jumbled mess behind closed doors locked tight. But ignorance is not quite bliss. For the digging has to begin. This work left undone could rot away the crisp bright apple, leaving only the bruises beneath. Put on those Levis, comfy jeans. There's holes to be dug, and scenes to be played. Why leave work undone, with these halfbaked dreams.

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Whispering hopes fly across your mind. Shallow dreams, expectations, never alligning with such harsh reality. When the illusion shatters, like glass slammed by a bat, crystilline tears trickle down your face. Spirits lifted high into the night, on the wings of that one small silver sliver of hope, to be smashed back to earth again as soon as you realize. What did you expect. Life is never as you wish. Like a genie in a bottle, wishes become distorted. "Be careful what you wish for or you just might get it". A cliche phrase spoken through poison-laced lips with a razor-edged tounge. Hope tempts, then takes, so why is it so addicting? You never know what you may get, good or evil, the choice awaits. Which do you choose?

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My skin is soft, and glowing in the soft evening light. My hair shines. And i smell beautiful. But i wonder, will you notice? maybe if i come a little closer, you will realize. How i long for you to hold me. Maybe youll notice how soft my skin is. Like silk. i watch as you slide your arm around her. But all i can think of is if it were me. But then, it wouldnt be. Maybe if i change will you notice me? But i cant. So for now i will go back to bed. And wait for when you fall, and ill be there to catch you.