-but I can’t write you a song”
He said as he wept
And, the day felt so long
I kicked up the dirt left upon my shoe
Tired and spent knowing not what to do
I gave him a wink
I gave a slight smile
I promised the day,
-but not the long while
For in my rational mind I did not understand
Why this Gentle Giant was more childlike than man
And, he handed me a paper
written on it in blood
‘Love to you always
I’d cry you a flood’
And, on I looked with remorse in my eye
Wrinkled up my face and gave him a sigh
“Dear, Sir I am sorry
-but this can not be
Me here with you
-you here with me.
I am tired and weary
And, we’ve walked very far
I am not what you want
No one’s bright star”
As I said it he slumped upon the stump of a tree
“Then run away now and just let me be”
I starred right at him for the short of a while
Shrugged and then fled
-and ran for a mile.
Copyright ©2007 Erika P.
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Hold
-and hang on tight to your fairytale wish, Little Girl.
Time’s a fickle fleeting thing
-when your wasting your time
Chasing diamonds?
Broken glass on the highway
And, when you’re not so pretty anymore
When you’re spent
And, your wilted Sunday White Rose Petals fade to black
When your bright eyes dull
When that beautiful smile cracks the translucent skin
What will they remember of you?
What did you leave behind?
Copyright ©2007 Erika P.
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Wallflower at a party
Waiting for a suggestion
An approaching doom
Come here often and never?
Beckoning the sweet return of a lyric
Something to sway to
The Captain's ringing the bell
And, the driver has driven off the cliff
The ship is sinking
And, the ambulance is clearing the road.
Night gives birth to the day
And, the ballerina will dance no more
All of the shudders have closed;
as a dress lay upon a cold stone floor
-Alone...
Copyright ©2007 Erika P.
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In your house of tumbling cards, Jack
Hidden in the deck
Precise diamonds,
spades and hearts a plenty
Kings and their Queens
A Joker or two
I’m shuffling
-Red to Black;
intertwining suits
of royalty and peasantry
And, of no real meaning at all
Go fish, my love….
Copyright ©2007 Erika P.
;)
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In my Rare Pale Moon of silence
Where my heart breaks
-and tiny bubbles burst
Thoughts of the obscene go dancing merrily
I'm naked & spent
Touch Me
-so I can loose myself to your heartbeat
Fingertips that arose & deepen
-within the four walls of your narcissistic pleasures
You live in your head
-and, words empty shells of ammunition
-fired back at me
And, I don't feel the bullets penetrate
For, I've grown immune to your passionate wants...
Copyright ©2007 Erika P.
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One part tragedy
And, I'll raise you two parts uneven keel.
Like a gambler who's bet is all but lost
'cause his luck's run out;
and yet I can't seem to leave the poker table.
I've polished my toe-nails black
to mourn you.
Undercover
And kept to myself this secret hurt.
-no long lost lover
-no friendship gone array
-no long day to feed into an even longer night
When it's gone... let it go.
And, such is life;
-twisting, turning, ever changing.
Nothing remains unchanged.
For everything in it's turn changes.
No cocoon, no precious wings, no vivid colors.
And, such is life...
And, such is life.......
Copyright ©2007 Erika P.
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Excitingly she crept by the table lain scissors... stopped momentarily,
drawing a breath no deeper than a sigh; picked up the double sharpened blade.
To the right...
To the left...
Snip...Snip...Snip.
Gone.
The long golden strands he placed his fingers upon and through.
Gone.
The stench of a stale cigarette going out onto a desolate bar.
Gone..
And, as the arousing fingertips still hot upon her flesh continued to burn/scorch.
She entertained the desire to cut it off also... her skin.
What- what were she now but a woman spent?
And, still she would take it away, his power.
No... No God given right did he have here!
And, to fear him would be to die in the wake of her disgrace.
What is woman, if not to hold within her hands the dignity to live, the power to breathe life within her own womb?...
To touch down...
To be happy without rage -
His rage.
His desire to be within.
She licked the blood from her lips. Looked longingly into the mirror.. At the vision that now starred back from it.
And, as she advanced forward; punched as hard as she could, 'causing breaks/tears/rips within her reflection......
Copyright ©2007 Erika P.
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Skipping along through your little transgressions
And, I'm scrapping bottom of the barrel with
these finger puppets
Just the brand new start to a brand new day
The coffee's pouring fourth
-and I feel fine and dandy
Nothing!
No nothing subletting this vacancy
And, the nightmares crawling
-are invading the dark
Once upon a time I heard a
-Bird Chirp
-A Butterfly's wings flutter
and a heartbreak
The screech of a four-wheel-power-drive tire came to a halt
And, I was here
-just here…
Copyright ©2007 Erika P.
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Common threads and jack rabbits
A dancing bear named Chuck
Smashed bottles
-beer stains,
and bowls of salted nuts.
My days grew weary/tired
I pressed my mouth up to the sun
The rays danced upon the perched formation
Their weight felt like a ton.
And, all hope sprang fourth eternal
-picking daisies/counting sheep
The Prince had fallen from the Wall
His mother, The Queen did weep.
Were it not for the soldiers pouring fourth
I may have got up to dance
But, it was ney and neigh and unfortunate
Having never taken the chance.
The pieces scattered/lain dormant
-solid blackened ground
Colored balls danced merrily
at the mere mention of a clown
And, I wished for story book romance
but found the Prince of Thieves
Smashing delicate eggshells
The cause of the villager's grief
It soon became evident
-there would be no more put back together
And, the pieces/fragments would remain
unattached forever....
Copyright ©2007 Erika P.
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And as her tan faded
I sat rain soaked beneath the uncertain vein of impurity
Clarity beckoned
I heard nasty rumors and hidden innuendos
Someone called in the buzz kill police
'cause I woke up to find you less than perfect
Some hero
No, no hero at all
I saved myself
Or, so I was lead to believe
Saved?
And, no more found then still lost
If you come back you can still have the stage
-front and center
I want to watch it all unfold again
-Your disaster
I want to cut your wounds... deeper
(Please Bleed!)
I wanna spit in your face
(Humiliation!)
I want to watch you fall
(Never get up!)
I want you to hurt so badly
(Heartbroken!)
I wanna be that everything to you
-the way you were to me........................
Copyright ©2007 Erika P.
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