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These lovely wings you’ve given me
eventually they’ll set me free.
embracing strength, it’s in my soul:
I’ll face the darkness with control.
I have no fear; I am not brave,
just confident I’m no one’s slave:
carefree and cheerful while I fall,
my spirit refusing to be small.
Reflections tried to hold my breath,
as I was falling to my death,
veracity shattered that sight instead:
certain that I’d leave nothing unsaid.
So clutching trinkets that gild my neck
I dream up this pose, just for the trek
down through obscurity, into the mire
of love and passion, as radiant as fire.
04.07.08
eventually they’ll set me free.
embracing strength, it’s in my soul:
I’ll face the darkness with control.
I have no fear; I am not brave,
just confident I’m no one’s slave:
carefree and cheerful while I fall,
my spirit refusing to be small.
Reflections tried to hold my breath,
as I was falling to my death,
veracity shattered that sight instead:
certain that I’d leave nothing unsaid.
So clutching trinkets that gild my neck
I dream up this pose, just for the trek
down through obscurity, into the mire
of love and passion, as radiant as fire.
04.07.08
Literature
Falling Away
We stood at the very highest peak,
And looking down, you started to scoff,
"Baby, you're so perfect,
Why don't you jump off?"
I tried to protest,
"I don't have wings,
I cannot fly!"
But you laughed and pushed me anyway,
Maybe you hoped I would die.
And then I was falling fast,
At a most dizzying pace,
Yet all I could see
Was your disapproving face.
And then I hit the ground,
And I hit so hard
I was left with nothing,
Just a little shard.
And I lay there,
My little glass heart broken,
And all I could remember
Was the last words you'd spoken.
You said, "My dear,
It pains me to see you like this"
But I refused to accept
Literature
falling away.
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i.
tonight you are building a man out
of blankets and pressing your face where
his neck would be. you close
your eyes and pretend your pulse
is his and bite your lip and try
so hard not to cry.
ii.
tonight you are looking for a man
who sees the shadows in the way
you hold your wrists. he could.
he could, so you know it's possible.
iii.
tonight you are not beautiful but you
are so broken.
iv.
tonight you slam your fists against the
wall and wonder what it is about you
that is so easy to walk away from.
what it is about you that is
so easy to leave behind.
v.
tonight the man with a pillow face
is softer than the bod
Literature
falling
have you ever fallen inlove with
calls never returned
or smiled at
the face of a lie?
have you ever stood alone in the rain
watching a black umbrella disappear behind the mist
and wished, wished with all your heart
that he would turn around, and hold it above your head?
have you ever carved your heart out
and held it out for him
only to have your hand smacked away
and watch your heart roll into the shadows?
have you loved so much
that you painted your eyes his favourite color
so he'd love to look into them?
have you loved so much
that letting go killed you
but you did anyway?
x x x
you tell yourself
"i'll never love aga
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Again I feel the resonations of our connection 
This poem reminds me so strongly of Our Wings Are Burning by Virgin Black. A song that I adore and cherish. That has helped me to be confortable with who I am rather than constantly fighting and fearing and hating who I am.
This poem reminds me so strongly of Our Wings Are Burning by Virgin Black. A song that I adore and cherish. That has helped me to be confortable with who I am rather than constantly fighting and fearing and hating who I am.