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Weep not for me, my loves,
For I am ever near.
My soul wanders in heaven above,
While my body rests here.
Angels sing my lullaby,
In the bosom of God I sleep.
So celebrate our times gone by,
My children, do not weep.
For I am ever near.
My soul wanders in heaven above,
While my body rests here.
Angels sing my lullaby,
In the bosom of God I sleep.
So celebrate our times gone by,
My children, do not weep.
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Literature
my name.
my name is
alyssa, and maybe it means
hold your breath or
chase the stars. maybe it is
that awkward shyness
of saying hello to someone
for the first time
or the warm feeling
from hugs and held hands.
maybe it means
maybe my wishes will come true,
someday or maybe
it is the sound of the wind
caressing leaves and the lullabies
of wind chimes, or maybe
it is the voice inside your head;
the shade of moonlight and
comets.
maybe 'alyssa' is a synonym
for hopeful and dreaming and
'full of life'. maybe it is the rush
in your ears while running,
the challenge of catching your breath again;
the music of wishing and the thrill
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Literature
Lust
I can smell your desire,
I can feel the fever of your skin.
I will try to acquire
All the skills to burn you from within.
With a touch so gentle and mild,
I'll abuse your innocent trust.
With a gaze unruly and wild,
I will raise your impetuous lust.
Literature
you're the coffee
paint by numbers and my writers block
are having sex again. i can't do anything
creative on my own anymore. we are
scattered snapshots, disorganized,
not in order, and i'm my own "out of order"
sign on a bathroom stall door in a public
washroom. my clavicles won't let go of my ankles.
i sleep in diagonals and wake up with
"i-slept-all-wrong" and "i-have-a-stiffness-
in-my-neck-and-a-crick-in-my-back."
i had intercourse with purity,
i used dirt as laundry detergent,
i slept with insomnia as my pillow,
and this morning i ate my hygiene
in the shower. tan lines were typewritten
on my cheeks when i wore your ugly
fingers. you
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This is a beautiful write. Very well done.