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10/19/07

When this dull quiet comes to pull at my eyes,

And these late hours strangle my thoughts,

I cant help but think of what condition you are in.

Are you so tangled in old doubts,

That you cant bear to breathe freely?

Are your edges so prickled,

That no hand of hope can smooth them?

Have you fallen down my ribs,

and been bruised by every bone?

Have you slipped into that vague pit,

Where fragile wings of past land on you,

But never flutter just the same?

And when your song never plays just as fast,

I wonder if you will slump further down,

Until i am walking on you

Like some tired piece of gum,

Hoping you will be stuck to someone else.

1/19/09

my heart decided to leave one day,
shriveled and shrank in its porcelain cave,
squeezed down canals of pleasure and pain,
it wanted to travel this world of skeletal frame.
down its twisted paths with hesitant eyes
but growing bigger and bursting at the sides
by soaking up knowledge the further it went,
flowing warmth to colder continents;
hands and feet and corners of mind
discovering who it was and of its kind.
pumping back up ladders of bone
and returning back to its home.