To Fall AsleepTo fall asleep Should be so easy, All That which needs doing Is in the mind, A quick jog, Of the memory to That time, So early in the day When all the active thoughts of night Gone languid Do what they canTo Fall Asleep
To keep the sun at bay
After you leftYes, You think you can think Those thoughts at the brinkAfter you left
Those roller rink Tunes made you question
Your blessings, your curses, your crosses All farces Bearing them bravely, why bear them at all?
Make a stink make a fuss Make a mess, winds must gust Lest they die in your arms You’re to blame when there’s harm Caused to thought, caused to new And to me and to you So, when the next big thing flops At the top there’s just you Raining down What is it we’ve come to?
Choices too many Choices too vast One move to th
and i missAnd I miss You on a good day, You on a bad day, Talking about Star Warsand i miss
And saving the galaxy in our own way
And I miss Me with my shoes off,
You with your socks on, Laying and talking, laughing and rocking
Out
Of my mind for you, Crazy love blind for you,
Faults all ignored by true Faith in your soul’s virtue
And I missed
The signs that were showin’, How wrong we were goin’ Your interests all elswere And me in your old clothes, sagging and borrowed
Just like your affections
Your World isa Fish's TeardropYour ocean is cruel my words flounder The dove is consumed By the iron cage of your tideYour World isa Fish's Teardrop
There is not song of hope Nor melody of death You devour sound And water is deafening
Neptune cries to be a bird And your tears spell butterfly youth But you drown in them, An ocean of them
Coffee GirlHer hair was dark french roast, of medium length. Thin, straight strands fell across her face. Her skin was lighter, the tan of mocha, of indefinite ethnic origin. Her eyes were a cona, a mocha java, a deep chocolate that drew everything in, that drew you in. She even smelled like coffee, this glorious muse.Coffee Girl
She was beautiful, I realized with astonishment, this woman sitting across from me. Not the pre-fab beauty of scantily clad saleswomen, Not the painted-on beauty of makeup ads, Not the perfect beauty of a collective stereotype, But Natural Beauty, painfully deserving of mo
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Happy Holidays,
Colleen
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