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After Words"I wish you would give it back to me."More Like This
"Why? You'll just break it again."
"It's my heart. I will do whatever the hell I want with it."
"Yeah? Well, you take terrible care of things that are yours."
"Fine. Keep it. I am equal parts concrete and soul anyway."
"You say that, but I'm not entirely sure that you are. I think you're deep, and fragile and broken, and that makes you beautiful."
"Again, concrete and soul. "
"I wish you wouldn't make this so hard."
"So hard? I'm making this easy. You gave me dreams of half feathered swans and a stupid house on an endless beach and a city made of an ocean, and now you're taking it all away. But at least I had them for a while."
"Don't be that way."
"I am going to be awake every single night and wish for a shooting star, so I can wish upon that shooting star to wish thoughts of you away."
"I wish this could be easier on you. You gave me so much and so many too."
"So much of love and so many wishes?"
"No, so much wishing and so many love
Transgender By StarlightMore Like This
In the mirror stands a beautiful
smiles and waves with
grace and poise.
A satin black dress
hugs every curve,
like a boa constrictor
wraps around its favourite meal.
gives a little show,
turning on a heal.
One smooth twirl.
But the fabric falls too quickly,
Arriving at the party
excited to mingle.
eyes follow the moving bodies.
longs to fit in
with the other curves.
hips begin to sway.
begging for the music
A tap on
turns to see
the eyes of fate.
"can it be at me?"
The music still plays
begins to swoon.
has no clue.
Their bodies move as one
as the dance carries on.
The sun begins to set
Writers are all crazy, you know.Letters spill down from a canopy andMore Like This
down the vines,
scatter across the margins to make
a story so divine.
There's a picture show
behind those eyes,
where a lake leaks stories
into a boat full of mad
but for those who think it's crazy
it really is quite sad.
on a rope swing,
between horror and once upon a time.
She obsesses over meter,
and nothing will quite rhyme.
She stares off into the
d i s t a n c e
trying to make some sense
of every idea that flocks her boat
and never will relent.
Her brain is constantly on
Song Of The CrossroadsBeware the crossroads, mortal fair,More Like This
For we are always watching there;
But who, indeed, thou ask, are we?
Hecate, not one, but three
Thrice the fury and the spite,
Thrice the everlasting night
That fast shall cling like specks of coal,
Or like the sand upon a shoal,
Unto the edges of thy soul
Thy bond to us complete.
Beware the crossroads, mortal fair,
For suicides are buried there,
And their ghastly voices sound
In the darkness all around
Listen not! lest they entice
Thy fickle hand thy own throat slice,
And join in their fetid ranks
Beneath a cross of crooked planks
Meander not into their flanks,
Pale mortal, we entreat.
Beware the crossroads, mortal fair,
For cold Lost-Hope is lurking there;
He will catch thee in thy sleep,
Betwixt the dawn and endless deep,
And turn thy thoughts to bleak despair,
Twist every dream beyond repair,
And though we love thee, in our way,
And wish thy fragile hope to stay,
We cannot help thee on that day
We cannot Fate
Empty HeartMore Like This
It cant be that a heart spreading compassion, love, and mercy
could be so empty...could it? could it be possible that the heart feels
joy but still knows that somewhere inside something's missing?
she'd spread her love to all places, gave her love to those who needed it,
remained through the pain, cried with those who wept.
how then is she still empty? impossible when so many reserves of love
have remained unopened...stored for the future, stored for the blood of
her blood and those she has adopted. she has wishes she knows will not come true.
and dreams she has begun to misconstrue. she has stopped, this heart, awaiting her dreams,
for fear of having them shattered and torn. for fear that all the hopes she's had
will be destroyed. in safety she hides and hopes in things she knows are true.
but the hope in dreams impossible, whether she believes in things unnatural,
she does not trust, she does not keep, for they will bring her pain.
the last thing she wants is her pain to grow. and so