Admissions (fin)

  
My heart grows weary 

I’ll bite my tongue till it bleeds 

And make silence mine. 

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Luminescence

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Fool! I can see you.
Still creeping in your shadows.
I am made of light.

The Dawn of Hebe

The Dawn of Hebe

I am ready, Geras, grow me up.
This fight was good, but I tire of longing for him to see the dawn of Hebe in my eyes.

With courage I take on this new found fame, but will recall in constant the days when my lips were sweet with cups of nectar.
When my skin was fragrant from baths of ambrosia.
When love and passion were waisted on a fickle youth.
A time so young, I could have called him mine.

I am ready, Geras, grow me up.
For I have put my love and youth into the wrong heart.
And today I rejoice in finally seeing the dawn of Hebe in my own eyes.

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The End of the Best Worst Day

The End of Best Worst Day

So this is how it’s gonna be
You with a gun and me with a car
No one could stop us
Except the demons inside
That ate us from within

We were on top of the world
Well, the little snow globe we created, anyway.
And it was nice,
At least for a second.
Before it slipped from our hands
And that little glass world shatter before us.

And the demons inside kept on feasting
And we kept on driving,
As far from the truth as possible
Blasting “Tomorrow Wendy”
Singing as loud as we could,
“Hey, hey, good bye.
Tomorrow Wendy’s going to die.”
Hoping to drowned out the pathetic cries of the demons within us trying to tear free.

So this is how it’s gonna be
You with a gun and me with a car
No one could stop us
Except the demons inside
That ate us from within

And we’ve finally made it to the edge of this cliff,
Like the most forgettable version of Thelma and Louise, ever imagined.
We’re like a half eaten wedding cake
Long before the vows have been spoken.
Only do we go off the edge together?
Or does one of us pull that gun
And save our own ass?
Screw it…
Grab….
Aim…
Shoot.
Fuck your bad vibes… I’m out.

(Thanks to Miss Susanna for the amazing pic and the late night pep talks, during these days of double masters and life quandaries. Much love)

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Prayer for Rain

Prayer for Rain

Yet another moon wanes
And goodbyes and forgiveness still won’t pass these lips.

So I pray for the rain to come wash this memory away.

When the home of your hopes becomes but a forest of toppling trees,
Sitting in the destruction leaves the obviousness of those shallow roots, raw in the heart.

So I pray for the rain to come wash this memory away.

If building from this fallen wood could make all anew,
There would be a thousand abiding temples innate in all of us, built solely on faith.

So I pray for the rain to come wash this memory away.

And when there is nothing left to walk from, walk to, start again, or depart for new,
Will goodbyes and forgiveness pass these lips,
Will raw hearts be eased and mended,
Will sanctuaries stand on immortal ground…

Will my prayers for rain come wash this memory away.

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To Be Continued…

To Be Continued...

Or should I say part two?
Can something be continued once it has ended?
The characters may all look the same, yes, but their internal landscapes have changed.
We have all been affected by our surroundings…by one another.
And what is it we are looking for? A continuation of “what was”?
Because a past not learned from, not set free, is a history doomed to repeat itself.
Sounds a bit naive, perhaps even a bit stagnant, to me…but more on that later…

(To be continued…)

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