Landrey

O’er the crest of the hill
Came hence a cry so shrill,
That with darting eyes
I searched the skies
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1. She walks in silence, like the pond
of glass-like top and hidden angst;
And all that's true and false will bond-
will join with joy and pain and thanks:
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I’m not stuck between a rock and a hard place
I’m in a pit, a pit from which you can’t see God’s face
There’s no getting out on my own, I’m stuck here forever
I tried climbing the sides but I fall right back in.
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The Man on his Bus and Me in my Car
He looks down at me, we're Frozen in Time.
I look down at him, not in the same way.
It's true I feel sorry seeing the dude,
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When | you look at me...
...here's what I see:

a world without hate,
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It's like I got fired, my time card expired.
It's like we were talking but got disconnected.
It's like I was swimming then someone pulled the plug.
It's like we were talking but got interrupted.
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-Emotions in a Blender-
she tag him, so he kiss her.
Cut up, mixed around-once more
Who is that on the dance floor? ?
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my mind is churning
resisting the urge
to reach out to you
so won't you instead
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get it out. get it over with.
let them know. let them look amiff.
what I wrote-it is what I feel.
understand: you're not past the peal.
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Landscapes, Wonders, For-
mations but your figure has
put them all to shame.
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the chains are loosed
i finally see blue sky
can't reel me back in
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He looks with longing at the one,
who is and does what he wishes he'd done.
who is the kid he'd once wished to be.
who now is the boy he'd still like to copy.
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(written 2-16-08)
are my eyes communicating to you? ?
because they ARE crying out loud.
so am i jealous of him and her? ?
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Words flow, thoughts fit,
Pen slows, lips bit.
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You do not see my heart’s desire? ?
The others find it obvious.
To me, you matter more than worrying about you finding out.
I’d rather live the truth than tell a lie.
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as morning progresses it stays behind me
the deep and dark outline is full at high noon
even inside a building the pale white fluorescents
cast four sick-looking shapes and I’m thinking of you
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my hand is still wet.
our mixture of sweat.
been holding so long.
lost humming our song.
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2: 02am February 25th,2008

Heidi, (no hiding no more)
you’ve forced my hand
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the building is burning,
threatening collapse.
yet I stand,
as dumbfounded.
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Love is like binoculars
Love brings 'far away' to us
helps us see her really close
helps to pinpoint who she is
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