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Fixed the fence
But the door don't work
It doesn't take a genius to hurt
But I'm not broken
Or so I say
It's so much easier
Not to hope
Than to take chances
And ache
For what you can't have
Yet again.
Never been a risk taker
Maybe now I will start.
Is it odd that
I wish that I could fall in love
But did nothing all the times that I was
Is it odd that I dream lust dream
Fully aware I will not carry them out
Is it odd that I love you like sisters
When we share no blood
O come home and I will cozen you close
In comfort and lost hopes
But while o my dear ones
Fly swift alone
How can I miss you
How can I feel like you're long gone
Like you're never coming home
Like I'm worthless and left alone
No contest
Not about about how much I love you
Or how much you love me
To see what you want and own it
TO know he wants what you own
When
I have been friend, daughter and desired
And desired both
But not together
Not even for some small fraction of forever, now,
How does it happen?
Is it hunted, tracked as prey
Or is it something that comes to those who wait
If so how long do I have to wait?
Or is it neither and I just cannot see the way?
My mother is a silent warrior
But so too am I, her daughter
This day, my heart the battleground
I struggle with pain and fear
Silence is my companion
My flimsy weapon
My good cheer
Where are my stout companions
Defending on each side?
All around me I see bitterness
Mine and theirs
Who chose this swampy battleground
To be their home and war
Why did they come here?
My own home, though named for one
The air is sweet and clear
But I shall set my face like flint
Restock my armory
Once I let myself be brough low
Gave ground to the enemy
But i was young then
Had not accepted the advice of the seer
Friendship shall be my armour
Passion shall be my spear
And if these be not enough to win them over
I will shake their dust from my feet
How is it that
Now, when I acknowledge my wounds
I feel guilt
As if they do not exist
And yet having lied for so long
HOw can the truth be a lie
Save perhaps a weaker truth
Perhaps, like my mother
Unwilling to break bad news
Burden others
Flake sympathy
I endure because
Facing the unendurable
I break free
And facing a break
I rebuild me.
Trap 12th September 2005
Flying without a safety net
Parachute strings cut
I tumble headlong
Like 1,000 others before me
Another statistic
Reported dead at 05:00 hours
She said
But she wasn't even interested in me
She blamed
But never cares for the roots
Give me water
I need to drink
Not force fed
Puppet strings pulled
Just give me water
I will let you be
How can you
Blame me for not knowing
Blame me for not seeing
Blame for not guessing instantly
I trip
And learn that I am a fool
Clowning for no-one's amusement
No matter how small the pratfall
Tell me
Are each of my mistakes
An Everest of molehills?
Knock Knock 12th September 2005
I thought I'd learnt your lesson
But not all of life
Is a school for my soul
Some is there for others
My pain just to be endured
Should 12th September 2005
I should speak
It is said
But to whom
To that one who will aggravate
To that one who will turn to anger
To that one whose sympathy, however true,
Blinded by her own trouble
Endlessly repeated
As if I had not heard
The list of her scars
A poor balm poured on mine
No solution offered
Except maybe hydrocloride