

Work in progress. Scrap?I'm terrified of you, Heart wrenching madman Wearing my mind in endless circles. I fret every time you come near, Knowing it will be more painful than the last. I'd like to say in short that I loath you, That I'm tired of playing your silly little game Emerging with wounds to nurse and lame legs. Every time you do this to me, Paralyzing my senses. I chase you into cobwebs where you crumble You villainous spiteful thing, Coy creature, eluding my traps.Work in progress. Scrap?


Tribute to a discarded trowelJudas! They call me, the betrayer of men A heretic, a heathen, a whore. I am no traitor! I plead. I even now the serpentine coils are descending. My words were weak and wanton and the path I chose was wanting. But you, you meant to bury your crimes in my wounds and bid me sumit to your brand: Coward. But I was not meant to tread here, nor content in my Creator to suffer the persecutionTribute to a discarded trowel
of this too too sullied flesh. So I fled, on bloodied soles into such burning redemption
as might stave off the final fatal chill. I, I am forsaken huddling


Institution style 2Capturing the world with your pen A heart around your wrist You act like such a teen, Insolent and preening Squirreling away your money But always a smile. I love it when you pretend to play piano, Fingers dancing wildly in discord Your small eyes beaming in owl frames. But such a wicked tongue To cut down the nurses, midstride. You've been here for months, The queen of the ward. My one constant, Watching me with a glint while I write about you.Institution style 2


Institution style 1I met you broken Wound down and torn up We passed in the halls And I turned my head, afraid. You are lost inside the recesses of your own mind Staring out the window, "Tango Alpha Zulu Tango." You say you're immortal Calling down spirits and Reversing Time, That the medicine is poisonedInstitution style 1
And you already ate, spiritually. Such a brilliant mind, fractured. I wonder if you've ever been whole.
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Wow, in comparison to you I have diddly squat.
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Sing as though no one is listening
Love as though you've never been hurt before
Live like its heaven on earth
I'll let you know when I try and roll into town after finals, if your still around T-Town that is
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Paul Verlaine
We've met, but I used to be rather reserved, and likely not memorable.
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That's progress to me. Happy happy happy.
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*I take sugar with it!*
Paul Verlaine
Hope everyone's summer is going well.
(Psst, Dane and company: Behave, or at least don't get caught! If you get the chance, give me a call when you get back. )
Peace and Love to all.
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