The Violin August 31, 2007
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As I
walk by
and pay my respect,
my eyes
linger on that
now lifeless
thing that I
have come
to love and
long for. The
spirals of that
wooden scroll,
the polished
tigers eye grain
of the violin
gleaming in the
dim lights That
magnificent,
beautiful toned
piece of art.
His Violin.
The Violin.
For years as I lay
down to sleep I’d hear it playing
those sweet notes. Sadness. Excitement.
Surprise. Happiness. Anger. All emotions
Of the musical world played on this object.
Those annoying pieces, whether by Vivaldi
Mendelssohn Brahms Mozart Paganini or
Bartok. They would be played and I Would
hear. That instrument brought Me so much
joy in life. I long to hear It played just
once more. My fingers Itch as I walk by it;
the sole Object on that lonely table
That table near the one Who
used to play it so dear That
beautiful jewel that motivated
me To keep with my own jewel
But this jewel. His violin. will
always Be my light. Guiding me from
the Darkness of my mind. The loneliness I
felt in Life. no matter how many times I wish for it
It’ll never come alive again Its soul is gone forever
I will never forget The good times I had. Even if it is
to be silenced It will forever lay there dusty, cold and
alone No sound to be heard. No Mozart gliding on the
Strings. No music to put us all in a trance like the old
days. No violinist to play the trance-Like music. The
music I would hear in my mind has diminished. He
is gone. And with him The spirit of the violin.
They are one in The same. My violin (In a normal word document it’s aligned to the center of the page and it takes a violin shape but the website won’t save the alignment so just pretend.)
The Only Good Myspace has ever done August 31, 2007
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The only good myspace has done She posts: “I just got a call from my fiancé’s mother.he didn’t get home “on time”
he can’t see me anymore
going to commit suicide.
call me if you
truly don’t want me to leave”
Thoughts float through my mind
Frantically hands search blindly on the table,
fumbling for the phone. Shaking hands
type in area codes and digits
at the speed of light.One thought flashes through the mind.live.
Hysterics and depression answer the phone.
Calmness and caring respond. Fiancé’s and their mothers, Pregnancies and broken girls,Guns, rooftops, Friends, myspace She cries of people leaving -people being fake.“I hate you.”“ You’re my best friend!”Two different personalities from the people who break her.Two different sides of corruption. She’s alone in this world,No man to say “I love you”Because he’s off hiding, being a momma’s boy. She says it’s too late.She’s tired of it allDoesn’t want a baby born in a worldWhere fourteen year olds give birth. The only people who call,People from another place,Never met except on myspace. Calmness soothes the hysterics While caring coaxes her out of depressiontears turn to laughter and thoughts of leaving run away.The darkness gains a little light.The only good myspace has done is save a life.
I am August 31, 2007
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I Am I am that cool summer breeze,
I am that hot cup of cocoa after playing in the snow,
I am that box of chocolates you get after a breakup,
I am that bedtime story you loved to hear,
I am that gulp of fresh air when you thought you would drown,
I am comfort
I am the soothing lullaby from a mothers lips,
I am the serene lull of the ocean,
I am the I am calm I am the missed play date,
I am the untold truth about what really happened to your doll,
I am the missed birthday,
I am the failed grade after studying all night,
I am the invitation you never got,
I am disappointment
I am the all night project,
I am the picture that just won’t take,
I am the problem that just won’t solve,
I am the friend unwilling to try,
I am frustration
Comfort, disappointment, frustration, calm
Just some things that I am
But one thing I will always be…is here.
Ivory August 18, 2007
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Ivory
Haunting guitar strings pledged peace with the morning;
Her coffee-stained napkin spoke of the long evening
With which the gentleman-caller struggled to keep his heart.
He was not victorious.
Shell-pink lipstick clung to his jacket
Reminding the world that no one is safe from a woman.
Caramel eyes stroked the strings of that ancient guitar
And together they made music.
Paranoia August 13, 2007
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Come sit by me, Paranoia.
Deep, quick breaths in a post-mortem state
clench your hands, Paranoia
let the clammy sweat run.
Soapy beads of water on baby-smooth skin
the tight black eyes of a pedophile
sunk into a baritone face
un-promised hands on the arm of a green lady.
She dresses in fur and silk, as she leaves
the grease apron and pale pink dress
of a New Moon Café.
You gave her a gift, Paranoia
of costume jewels worth thousands.
Come sit by me, Paranoia, and share your secret
the drunken baby in her mother’s womb.
Fetal alcohol bought on the lover’s caress
of you, Paranoia, who kissed her lips
in a warning of now, not later. So when
the Brother, Father, Lover quickened the pace
she felt only your lips on hers.
The name of Paranoia, tearing the quiet sky
black with Bach and blue of Beethoven.
Paranoia of now not later tore theirs throats,gfr
their ears, till now was later. Who then stands
for you, Paranoia, come sit by me, and tell me
how you did. Wait for me, Paranoia, to stand
as your Left Hand Man. Born of Paranoia,
poverty in the jewels of a raped little girl, sixteen years
old, to the tunes of pain built into ivory keys, Paranoia
How did you do, today?
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