fallen
silentbob what i want

is for all rationality to drop when you look me in the eyes

i want your heartbeat to quicken, to come as a surprise

to make my rhyming words easy to memorize

and to absolutly and completely mesmerize

every part of your body that wants

every part of your heart that bleeds

i want them all to bleed for my presence

to make you fall in love with me

and make hard parts so much easier

because i shouldn't have fallen

for someone who won't fall for me

i need your voice in my ear

i need your eyes locked on mine

i need your arms around me

because mine will be in yours

mine will be on you

mine will be wrapped around you so tight you can hear

my heartbeat so fast and feel every breath

of my oxygen as it escapes my body

i knew i shouldnt have fallen

i knew i wouldnt be able to get back up.
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birdmad angels and arches 010125
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fallen there....no, right there...look at that creature.....sitting....smiling?....in the middle....the middle of all that.....no...not there.....but there....do you see?.....now hush....the winds work strangely in this new place.....the words that SHE used to use now scattered.......an unsteady rhythm....a new spell cast....do you see? ....SHE is gone....and there...there is....fallen 010125
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twiggie eyes of a fallen angel... 010125
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soia person in hell reaching for heaven
I really wish that I could leave
and yet I know I am the fallen
just because I can't believe
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n o m arch, again?
week of limping,
weakling?
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tender_square my feet, though unmanicured, are not rough enough; stones stab my insoles, the hot sand scorches. i balance sloped steps as erie grabs my ankles, tight jeans rolled to lower calf and dampening. here, the sun is a bright yolk. at the campsite, tree crown and cloud obscured it. up a ways, a family splashes in the cool waves, their shirts and pants hung on the boughs of a timbered oak like beads at mardi gras. in the north east, wind turbines dot the shoreline, mimicking white crosses, just like the ones at the local cemetery, corporal tags hanging next to gravesides of the fallen. 230910
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