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A Very Old Story
"Friends from the House In Front of Mine"
At night, I cry, while my friends lay asleep in their beds. When I know that they are all asleep, I, too, go to sleep in my little bed. A car engine starts, and I awaken immediately. It's only dad, but from then on, I remain awake. Cars pass by on the road just above my house, some with bad mufflers, and some with dogs in the back, barking their heads off because they're thrilled to be off their leashes or out of their homes. I envy those dogs.
Half an hour before noon the next day, my friend comes out of the house in front of mine and brings me food and water. She calls me her
Hello life......I'm here...where are you?
From the truth? From actualities that remain hidden from us both?
..or behind lies that makes us blind?
I'm still hiding.
Why? Why are you hiding from me? I would love to be just as vibrant as you are.
I would love to take all the risks you do.
I want to bleed,
I want to love,
to be loved.
I want to breathe.
I want to know what it truly feels like to lose a loved one,
to have my heart ripped out by those I thought were true,
those I held dear to me.
I want to feel the dampness of the rain on my face,
the sting of salty tears in my eyes.
I want to be thrown down on my back f
She reminds you of the wishesIt's not so much that she wants to run away. She just wishes she could feel better -- no, she could be better -- in a place which isn't here. Wherever 'here' is anyway. It's always the wrong place.
She's afraid of the sky. And when you asked her why, she said,
"it just looks so heavy. I'm afraid that one day it will fall
down on me
You could never figure out what she stared at
when she propped her pretty bony elbows on that white windowsill (the paint was chipped but she said that only made it more beautiful, more like home, even though she never quite understood what that word meant) and stayed that way for hours
wade,disenchant,flail:flounderi said fly me to heaven
because that's where you want
me to be
said if i'm going to be
caught in a spider web
you said fly me to heaven
because that's where
you want to be
i told you heaven
and your hands shook
crystal clear crash
of glass clattering around me
ethereal this breeze
this exhausting race
into nothing from
because i thought too
hard and you
to think at all and
dreams are only good
'til you wake up
(or 'til you fall because the angels
don't know how
to catch a s
aspire, inspire.ii. so you'll find that there's magic
in your veins.
and you've always loved
magic. yearned for
so you'll rip
and the magic will
pour out, oh yes.
scarlet ruby red crimson
spurting dribbling running
spilling thick flowing
you'll watch it, entranced.
it sure won't watch [over]
you'll have to clean it
the raw red throbbing magic on your
wrist is what you'll need
to look out for; it might
iii. so you'll find someone who thinks
you're beautiful and tells you
and you'll think she's
it will be wonderful like a
Watchers' features - June 2011