Feb 25, 97

The ritual continues, like old lovers already.Walk towards passion, to smear the color. The passionate child, the horny adult. The wise versus physical ..the transfer of fluid. The walk in the door.The tears in brown eyes.The grin on the face. The pain-me

Feb 25, 97

Long Black Velvet. Manson Shirt. Sleek Black Hair. Doc's. Cute. Im not surprised. Lipstick. Smeared. Around your Mouth. Late to Class. For Passion. Thats a bunch of Shite. I will be here to catch you when you fall - me
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Feb 26 97
(all of these are)

Unsure touch in public eye.
Red. Letters and shine. Drippy
Black-the outward soul.
But, is that real? Inside.
The star holds black despair.
The plastic doll can try, and so can i.
Touching deep inside, the physical.
When he crawls inside, will he find his big black cloak, or ice cream flavored color swirls.

Will you stay black?, or will you she infest your onyx soul with tie dyed colors and pink lipstick
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No cares
no worries
selfish bliss
ignore
go blind
subhuman
with color-for the very
first
time
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Go on, look away- newley colored soul
dont let my simple scars put a pinhole in your big red ballon. Color intertwines with the ending darkness which once seemed endless.
Sparkle and Shine..then look away
'What if im a mermaid?'
let me bleed while you rinse in rainbow showers
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its like you feel that eye contact is a sin.
Am i that ugly? You prick
your finger in childish beauty
and forget the pure, and grotesque
truth within us
people like us.
look at me. Just look. Tell me im not dead yet.
Tell me youre not dying too.
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Slow moving green
Remember we we're completley amazed that we could see the bottom?
It showed the raw ocean floor, and it wasnt hidden by any kind of color.
we stood..Our colorless pale figures

I sit here now, looking at the bottom
Your pastel pink is shining.
You werent supposed to gain colour...
...but paint washes off

you werent born with color like the trees.
I will watch you turn back into snow
and melt.
Then ill pick you up, and sprinkle you
with black.
And then, maybe you'll come back
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Color.
LIFE
Smears pale hands
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Sitting on cold cement
where we used to drink pumpkin and spice
today i drink passion
i reject it
the way colors once rejected us
now they just reject me.

The birds twirp with boredom.
While I remember..the days of Cool Pumpkin and Spice.
Rock Kicking.
Heart Pouring
Clouds for the president.
Cleansing ... breezes...tears.

Now you drink ashes.
Dirty, clogged
barely noticing how plastic follows them down.
i sit in the clean spot and focus on freedom.
Today, i drink passion
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Feb. 27, 1997

Play the sounds again
shoot out laughter and blanekt
my lasting despair. Helping me
to breathe you've become my hope.
My rope.
I feel your hand
pulling me out of the deep ravine
with humorous verse.
I am slipping
crawling.
Torn between Matte' and Glossy.
Hold my Hand.
Keep Talking.
See how brave we are.
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I didn't see your colour today.
Was i just too early?
I missed
the show.
No encores today?

Cousins and lovers and
standards have..dissappeared.
Little Kids.
The highwire act.
Hold on, and swing.
Fly

I stole your net.
You haven't fallen.
Yet.
She swings
with strings.

You tumble blindly
The 3 ring circus
I stole your net
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I cant write a poem for you.
Not yet.
You havent hurt me,
you havent left.
You're my girl.
I cant write you a poem,
but i can love you