I AM THAT MOUSE
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I AM THAT MOUSE Poems
World War Negative 3
silent soldier speak to me speak to me of bloody birth
I Heart Your Heart
i put my ear to your paper thin walls and i could hear your heart beat
his conscience grew as his thoughts turned to her my conscience knew he would return to her
A Rhyme for the Love of Tragedy
im done feeling like i need you so im choosing to leave you and if i ever i believed you i know now it's a lie.
A Pill for You, A Pill for Me
kicking men disguised as drapes (your face is making distorted shapes) i try to scream but the sound escapes... through the hole i dug in my leg.
Sluts and Slits
your fits are what slits those strongs arms made of fear my cries are the ties that are bounding us here your question's what beckons and fuels all these notions my words are the verbs that keep us in this motion
A Date with the Devil
sitting on street bench, between satan and his high school sweetheart pondering the incongruousness of the lovers peering at eachother behind my back. the prince of darkness is hiding his passion but i can see his red cheeks showing a hint of blush, and hers the same. how sickening that he finds love and the closest i've come is sitting between him and his princess.
color me pink and make me beautiful.... anything pretty will do, pretty like you. sad girl, painted in blue and black and gray,
I Hate Your Face
i put today on repeat and start all over again i wake up in the morning and reach for my pen and into a hiding place for writing i off and retreat.
Silly Catholics, Forgiveness is for Sins
your faith is buried in doctrine and law and i don't know how to find salvation as you lead into this tempation of leaving you behind me.
The Problems with Boys and Girls Rooms
girls hate girls who like boys who like girls. and the boys who like girls are unware of the hate. and these girls who hate girls tried to break up my date therefore i hate girls who hate girls who like boys.
you know that i can spot your fear like cocaine on your nose, my dear. those things you think you locked inside
Absynthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
surrounded by those who are lit by Your light and i always stood in the shade when i finally found myself almost believing in You i found myself feeling betrayed.
Call Me Whatever...and Hold on Tight
he pulled her hair just enough to arouse himself and she smiled, a coy and inviting grin, this was her finest hour when her beauty was his fortress and his strong hands were the guards at the gate.
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World War Negative 3
silent soldier speak to me
speak to me of bloody birth
quiet warrior tell tales of the beginning
born into this empty earth
sobbing soldier call to me
call to me you fallen foe
weeping warrior cry out like a child
tell me of your squandering show
surrendered soldier release to me
release to me your living losses
quitted warrior reveal all of my victories
won alone by carrying crosses
surviving soldier speak to them
speak to them of my fulgurous feat
wayward warrior tell tales of you were beaten
in the dust i recognized ...