Junky

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Resume
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acid stains you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
--Dorothy Parker

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Your Eyes Have Their Silence
Spring always promises something, sometimes only more
beauty: and so it rains. And so I take
whatever promise there is in silence as you take
words as rain and give them back in silence before
there are ways to say that more beauty is nothing
for you before my hands can memorize
the beauty of your slender movements and nothing
is beautiful as words nesting in your eyes.
--Gerald Williams Barrax

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Look Closely
I hold in my hands
one invaluable
piece of myself.
If you look closely
you can see it.
--Morton Marcus

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No One in Particular
I am not anyone in particular
Still, somehow I manage to exist,
And as each day starts
I manage to leave my nice warm bed,
feeling that perhaps today
something beautiful will happen.
It never does.
This in itself is beautiful.
--John Perreault

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Poem
The only repsonse
to a child's grave is
to lie down before it and play dead.
--Saint Geraud

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Bukowski's Widow
...You've taken your will
and your weakness and left
me with nothing but words to keep me warm
But I don't want them
Take them back...
Do you remember?
You'd say time knew nothing
well now you're gone
and time is all I have left.
--Jewel Kilcher

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Too Many Nights
It's been
too many nights
of being with
to now be suddenly
without.
--Jewel Kilcher

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Second Thoughts in Columbus, Ohio
I find it strange that we search
our whole lives for love
as though it were the
final treasure
the solemn purpose of people.
Yet when it comes to your door
one morning with calm eyes to deliver itself
you realize that it alone is not enough.
--Jewel Kilcher

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Cautious
You don't call
anymore.
You say
it hurts
too much
your heart
like one of
those
fragile cactus flowers
cast amongst
thorny ribs.
So ready
to be
hurt.
--Jewel Kilcher

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I Guess What I Wanted Was
I guess what I
wanted was
to hear
you'd stay with me always.
I guess what I
wanted was
to see
those hands vowing
never to leave my own.
I guess what
I wanted was
to know
I am not loving in vain.
--Jewel Kilcher

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Unknown
I spoke to thee
with a smile and thou didst not
answer
thy mouth is as
a chord of crimson music
o thou, is life not a smile?
I spoke to thee with
a song and thou
didst not listen
thine eyes are as a vase
of divine silence
o thou, is life not a song?
I spoke to thee with a soul and
thou didst not wonder
thy face is as a dream locked
in white fragrance
o thou, is life not love?
I speak to
thee with a sword
and thou art silent
thy breast is as a tomb
softer than flowers
o thou, is love not death?
--e.e. cummings

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Insecurity
you don't call
I check again
I become uneasy--
is this a frame?
Suddenly I'm not so sure
I check my sources
each conversation becomes a crumb
how easily I'm led
how stupid I've been
to believe
you could be
loving me
you who can not be seduced
by anything other than
the temperance
of need
each one facilitating the next
and suddenly I see my place
the phone rings
you say hello
but I don't believe you.
--Jewel Kilcher

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The Things You Fear
The things you fear
are undefeatable
not by their nature
but by your approach.
--Jewel Kilcher

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If I Believe
If I believe
in death be sure
of this
it is
because you have loved me.
--e.e. cummings

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Mad Girl's Love Song
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
--Sylvia Plath

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A Lasting Impression
Almost a year since our great sea parted
But I still feel your spirit
Though not at my side
I broke the bough
So I wonder how your heart
Still haunts me......(after great thought)
It's because you are the fire
Who burns all the liars
And leaves a blanket of ash on the ground
You are the crystal ball
Who sees and knows all
And lets me in on some of your magic
So humble and simple
So wonderfully wise
You've left a legacy with me
For I see partly through your eyes
--Lauren Spagna

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