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This year's hit original series
The latest original theory is
It's not really that serious

The original cast
Is a shiny, crystal, souvenir of the past
(Note: mirrors are treacherous
Mirrors are made by us)

Leading ladies, leading men
Needing ladies needing men
Blowing off promises
Did you fall for it, again?

The namesake star alone remains
Until the producers recall
The trivial picture on the wall

Ah! There's the twist!
Twist
Twist
Twist

Twist.

Ah, there's the twist!

We break our own hearts

We break our own hearts.
Yes, lovers may hurt us.
But we are not innocents.
Responsible, in a sense.

We set it up all by ourselves.
Needing more than atoms or cells,
Won't settle for alone.
Put our hearts up for loan.

We may not control who, when
But tell me, who was it who went
Out and shared it
Hoping not to get it back, torn and shredded?

Our fault for wishing and praying
Becoming easy targets to be preyed on
Cut your losses.
It's what universal law says.

Some Home

Some homes are filled with laughter
Har-dee-har-hars
Bouncing off the walls

Some homes are filled with chatter
An ensemble of voices
as fine as a beginner's orchestra

Some homes are filled with silence
Nothing louder
Than the pitter patter of rain

My home is filled with argument:

I-want-no-you-cant-but-why-i-said-no-come-on-what-is-wrong-with-you-don't-speak-to-me-like-that-well-you-are-being-so-unfair-why-cant-I-ENOUGH

ENOUGH!
ENOUGH!!!
ENOUGH!!!!!

Why can't you just shut up?!
JUST SHUT UP.
Some home.

Let it burn

As a sentimentalist
I simply just cannot resist
A little voice inside my head:
"Do not destroy the things he said!"

Notes and letters in a box
Lay there frozen, hard as rocks.
Once smoothly melting in my hands -
All that's left of distant lands.

And then I find a candle.

Light the candle?
Fight the candle!
Burn the candle, burn!
Burn the sorry promises,
There's no lesson left to learn.

With the little flame, my dear
Take the tears, the sadness, pain, and fear
And never do return!

A drug

Confuse it
Use it
Abuse it

Lose it.

Your words/my words

Your words have been
little pieces of your souls
on paper
online

My words have been
the same

So how can years, months, even weeks
change what they mean?

Could you walk the walk?
Can I walk the walk?
Did I? Did you?

Did/do/can my words have value?

I wanna know

I wanna know
if it's you
or me
or a dream
(in which case it's me,
and then I have to seem
that I am sorry).

I would hate to be sorry for my dreams.
An extension
a realization
a completion
of me.

How can it be
that one could be sorry
for what we wish to see?

I suppose
there is a benefit
to reality -
practicality
regularity
predictability.

But I cannot be sorry
for my dream.
It's me!

Childhood Poems

I ran across these in an old journal:

Circa 2002

"I Hold in My Hand"

I hold in my hand
the earth's soil
with much greed,
for it is where all grows upon,
all on which we feed

Circa 2001

"Untitled"

Early to bed, early to rise,
makes a young lady like me
healthy, wealthy, and wise

But I can't get wealthy,
only wise and healthy,
because wealthy is what my dad is
and all that I have
is what either him or mom buys

It's like riding a bike

On an unfamiliar street
I saw an unfamiliar older woman
with an unfamiliar older man

The sun was behind them
the rain was in front of them
they rode bikes into the drip-drop

And as they rode
She greeted the rain
With one extended hand
and she smiled
and he smiled
and they looked into the sky
and they laughed

On an unfamiliar street
I saw an unfamiliar woman
and an unfamiliar man
and I saw
a familiar moment

Unknowing is weakness leaving the body

Truth and certainty are for the weak.

Who needs answers?
Who needs a yes or no,
a plan,
a truth.

I'll take a maybe.

Who needs affirmations?
Who needs a me too,
a forever,
a promise.

I'll take a hope so.

Who needs them?

Truth and certainty are for the weak.