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Deeply upset with how my skeleton is being continuous moistened by a bunch of uncooked meat
Favorite part of seeing a new doctor: when they ask about birth control
Doctor: Sexually active?
Me: I'm over 35 and have a toddler, so we'll say yes but it's really more of an aspirational thing.
D: Hormonal birth control?
M: No.
D: Are you trying to get pregnant?
M: Ha, no, once was more than enough.
D: Barrier method?
M: Just the aforementioned toddler, so no.
D: If you don't want to get pregnant, you really should be using some form of birth control.
M: Oh, I am. I find that the absence of fallopian tubes is extremely effective.
D: o___o checks my record Oh. Right.
M: >:-}
Haven’t laughed like that in a while or more,
Whenever you are leaving I linger at the door,
Wouldn’t want to lose a second
That’s why I came when you beckoned…
These sweet, sweet memories like fireflies
Flashing by, so happy, so bright
These sweet, sweet memories; awake, at night
Think I’ve finally found a guiding light
Haven’t felt a smile so big without you around
The chitter of your voice such a wonderful sound
I’d talk with you for hours,
What’s left is really ours….
These sweet, sweet memories keep running by
Dashing on, like birds taking flight
These sweet, sweet memories have me wonderin’ why
My lips I so nervously bite….
You have this hold on me,
Like the moon pulls each sea,
I think I’d gravitate towards you
If you want me to…
Because each sweet, sweet memory
Always fills me with so much glee,
It’s me and you, you and me,
If that’s how it’s gonna be,
You know what you’re doin’ darling
Am I flying or am I falling?
I guess I’d better find out soon
Before I crash right into you.
Sweet mercies, cruel givings
A life like this is not truly living,
Soft touches, words tender,
Fickle feelings and false pretenders
If there was a world far away
With the sun and the stars out to play
If there was a world far and few
What chances would there be for me to do
The grand things my little heart desires
For it’s like pulling a thimble from a thicket of briars
Is there any mercy me
Thumb on wrist, tongue on teeth,
The dreamer’s dreams are nothing mild
Return to wild, return to wild,
Let the roots of the trees reclaim you
Sing the song of the birds, let them laugh
You’ll be heard, though the thicket overgrew.
Kings and poets lost to time, hear them rhyme,
Beneath the ground the rot, the crunch
It comes ever near, the decaying clutch
Though the heart is what bleeds,
We grieve within twisted weeds,
The heart so cruel to reach beyond
Our twisted grasp, our ragged bonds,
When the night chills the air,
The cold wind and warm breeze spin on,
Birds tumble on through despair,
I love you, I love you I cry,
Yet the words don’t escape
The mist by mouth shaped.
Desperate for a time
Desperation runs wild, spinning the twine
Your lips on skin and gentle caress
Do words confess, what lies in your chest?
And if we to the morning breeze
Lie awake, breath heavy,
The vines by which my fragile heart is seized
To honor the rage with which we bleed
A flower grows strident amongst the weeds.
Peace in the hours
Watching you dream,
Hearing you breathe,
How still your heart beats.
Still are the hours
The night tends to fleece
Counting the sheep
Yet I can’t fall asleep.
Steal my youth;
I am devoting my life to you,
Sing the truth;
I’d be lost if I lost you.
Follow the darkness
See the moon weep
And stars as they leap
Over petals and leaves
Alone after hours
And still your heart beats
The rustle of sheets
Effortless sleep
Steal my youth;
I am devoting my life to you,
Sing the truth;
Can’t believe I’m losing you.
Stuck in the timeless
Loop of the east
Watching the sun
Making her peace,
Hoping the night was
Quiet and still
Hold with me still
Please keep holding me still
You’ve stolen my youth,
I’d devote my time to you.
It’s the truth,
I wish I could promise to die for you
Barred from the crime of human intimacy
Not a hand to hold, not an oath to keep.
Kept from the warmth of emphatic embrace
Yearning to touch, hoping to taste.
And yet the heart beats against its bars,
A rage run strong, hurt creates scars,
So thus a cold seized the façade,
I will not feel, I will not sob.
This empty hole within this tomb,
This deserted pantry, a dusty room,
No hands to hold, no friends to feed,
The dusk is conquered, the earth breathes.
Through the darkness runs a song,
Crows flap strident, on the awn,
And if you suffer my purview,
The vultures fly, surrounding you.
Imprisoned by feather and glass,
Shown by the discomfort of another class,
Listen, the silence overwhelming too,
Teeth that chatter, tears like morning dew.
Loneliness is another plague
No medicine can yet assuage,
My passions quelled by death of night
Sing solemn silent by firelight
Rocking in my corner there
The knitted blanket masks a chair,
Warmth and snow, ice and fire,
Hidden knowledge, quelled desire.
Forbidden from the sacred taste,
I find myself without a place
In this circle one must go,
Thus I must leave our circle so.
Every member without a pair,
Must hide their overwhelming despair.
When I hide from your view,
Please just know, it’s not you.
Hands that wander along the wall
Hear not the dove when it calls
Cooing sweetly a mellow tune
Hallowed be the lovers’ noon.
As the Sun progress his stay,
The heat takes over, it is day.
Brightness frightens all it touched,
I remain alone, I remain hushed.
In my corner away from the crowd,
The silence humming ever loud.
When I find my prison cell,
I’m all alone, I have no help.
Nothing but hell, a hell of my design
My personal hell, a hell called mine
I'm in hell, wouldn't someone help,
Raging against my so-called prison cell,
Prison bars of iron and of gold,
Branding this darned mark on my soul.
The metal on the bars, the secrets in the dark,
The clamber in the night, the murmur of the heart.
Smell the silence of the knife, I know it isn't right
The blood across my fingers, trickles down without a fight.
And hell is silent, the blade runs clean,
Anyways, the heart's a useless, futile thing.
Walking slowly, running harder from myself,
Pacing the floor of this darkened shell.
Hear my thoughts echoing around,
This slow, thick, maddening sound.
Play with matches, watch yourself get burned
Start a fire, don't wonder why you're hurt.
The tower tolls, a clock ticking the time,
A single bell without its rhyme.
Hear the songbird break the dawn
Fog rolls in and the ships are gone.
The mountain breaks the horizon line,
This personal hell, this hell called mine.
Nothing but hell, a hell of my design
My personal hell, a hell called mine
I’m in hell, wouldn’t someone help,
Raging against my so-called prison cell,
Prison bars of iron and of gold,
Branding this darned mark on my soul.
The metal on the bars, the secrets in the dark,
The clamber in the night, the murmur of the heart.
Smell the silence of the knife, I know it isn’t right
The blood across my fingers, trickles down without a fight.
And hell is silent, the blade runs clean,
Anyways, the heart’s a useless, futile thing.
Walking slowly, running harder from myself,
Pacing the floor of this darkened shell.
Hear my thoughts echoing around,
This slow, thick, maddening sound.
Play with matches, watch yourself get burned
Start a fire, don’t wonder why you’re hurt.
The tower tolls, a clock ticking the time,
A single bell without its rhyme.
Hear the songbird break the dawn
Fog rolls in and the ships are gone.
The mountain breaks the horizon line,
This personal hell, this hell called mine.
