And, lastly relax
I’m only dancing in these dingy clothes
within these shadows
Tired
For now, as the birds sing within their trees
-and the sun shines down upon a new day
Broken
These tower walls are closing in
I’m barred in
-and barren inside
Life
As we know it goes on
-and the onlookers cannot hear my calls
And, I’m calling
Reaching
-only out of the tinniest of windows;
feeling the breeze upon my face...
Copyright ©2007 Erika P.
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That house on the shore was empty
-its windows were all boarded up
The walkway was covered with branches
-and its entrance masked in vines by the cup
And, as I stood back second guessing
All the while looking up ahead
Thoughts that clouded my vision
And this is what they said:
-I’m going to miss your smile
And, when you exhale
-yeah, I think I’ll miss your sigh
So, tread lightly into the abyss love
‘cause when you’re lonely
No exchange of words will be found
-to dry an eye
They’ll be the silence of your moment, darling
As you tip toe across that floor
And fold your clothes so discretely
-only waiting for more
Just the mere mention of words
Fed into a mind bound in shame
And, you’ll recollect all those times
-the challenge of this game
And, the chess pieces will be missing
No brave Knight anywhere
Just the four corners of your loneliness
To enfold on you everywhere...
Copyright ©2007 Erika P.
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I’m crossing over bridges, Sunny
Feel the breaking of your bones
And, all the while you thought-
"I'll never be alone."
I’m kissing rainbows, Childhood
They remind me of yesterday
And, if you never took the time-
could you ever appreciate the day?
I’m swimming in your lake, Summer
I can feel your breeze
And if I missed that welcomed warmth
-well, I thought you’d never leave
I’m dressing up, Dolly
I thought you’d understand
And, if you did
-You never told me
You never told me, Man
I’m skipping away now, Sunshine
I bid a last Adieu.
So have this kiss and make your wish
-and wish for something new…
Copyright ©2007 Erika P.
Photo By: Christina Marie
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“I can build you a house,
-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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