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Suicide DreamsLeaning on the windowsill Staring at the cobbled rock That looks like the terra cotta army If they were thinking my thoughts And like all soldiers must Had the heart I could feel my ear pounding Popped by pressure And the roar of the wind deafening me My stomach flipped up The whitewater rapids of adrenaline Like on all the roller coaster I've never ridden My heart in my head Where it's always been anyway And by the way it was flying up I knew how exciting it would be To be home Already planned my plan And signed my name My last wSuicide Dreams


In This Small Box of MineIn this small box of mine With one eye that sees what I don't Capturing emotions in a glance And housing it's own community There's the 'ittle sun Being swallowed by the sea Who eats with the silverware of nuclear rainbow skies The single waving boy Together in his clique Of the people who are too good for you Or maybe just a little too respectful To say a thing to anyone besides each other Like robins Then there's their neighbors Two girls with ice cream cones pressed to their lips Taunting those boys and their shenanigans Going into the older parIn This Small Box of Mine


Question and AnswerI don't know who I am Loving you like crazy But messing around with everyone else I don't know what it was Leaning halfway out the window frame And thinking of diving head first Into the driveway And thinking of what would follow I don't know how to say it My feelings I'm always trying to talk about Because you ask me I sense you're uncomfortable But you lie And you fire off cliches Like a machine gun to my heart Wounding it I don't know where it will be And I doubt it will happen I don't know why it keeps getting harder Every, siQuestion and Answer


Digging for DinosaursDigging in my memories I see myself in the sand box Dreaming of dinosaur bones and scientific discovery A paleontologist to be, I was sure Wishing long-necks still walked the earth I later learned about the periods And how things become extinct I look up and see the sun on golden wheat On the big kid playground, long ago A boy helps me up a ladder Only to push me all the way down The sunlight kissing his golden curls I was convinced he was my personal seraph And saw only that the five years I knew him Climbing up, I see blue sparkles, sapphires? TheDigging for Dinosaurs


Tea Leaves the Lakeback behind the shed where the willow's o'erhead there's a pond we saw b'fore dawn - where lake lights tingle intermingling with stars across the river bank you hear the brawlers at the bars while we lay in embrace tracing frown lines on your face - displaced disjunct time scape - scraping the last of the resin from the bowl, both of us overfull - words spouting, smoke crawling, while you're pouting the birds are crowing, the sun is rising our goodbyes and promise of another meet againTea Leaves the Lake
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Etiam sī vīta plēna malōrum est, spem semper habēmus.
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People ask me this, why I write such gross stuff. I tell them I have the heart of a little boy...in a jar on my desk- Stephen King
Behold the great masterpiece, the cat.-Leonardo Da Vinci
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Grace, Grace, Grace. Give Jeanne this fish.
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People ask me this, why I write such gross stuff. I tell them I have the heart of a little boy...in a jar on my desk- Stephen King
Behold the great masterpiece, the cat.-Leonardo Da Vinci
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People ask me this, why I write such gross stuff. I tell them I have the heart of a little boy...in a jar on my desk- Stephen King
Behold the great masterpiece, the cat.-Leonardo Da Vinci
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People ask me this, why I write such gross stuff. I tell them I have the heart of a little boy...in a jar on my desk- Stephen King
Behold the great masterpiece, the cat.-Leonardo Da Vinci
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People ask me this, why I write such gross stuff. I tell them I have the heart of a little boy...in a jar on my desk- Stephen King
Behold the great masterpiece, the cat.-Leonardo Da Vinci
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