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My Words
I write because I need to, words are in my veins.
Cut me to the heart, and verses it will rain.
They pour forth, flooding, flooding down.
The daft and the weak, my words they will drown.
My words are my refuge, my shelter from the storms.
Words are my armor, to protect me from the hordes.
Life is a battle, unrelenting and unyielding;
My words are my breastplate, my sword and my shielding.
My words can cut you deep, deeper than any knife.
My words give me power; they are the source of my life.
My words give me courage, and strength against despair.
Strip away my words, and my soul will be left bare.
Words are my existence, my very reason to be;
With the strength of my words, from nothing will I flee.
Playground
Black ochre around her eyes.
Painted jeans hugging thighs.
Lips redder than the Corvette she'd been inlast night.
Hair bleached to translucent white.
Every night, newfound innocence played;
One more lure to get paid.
Turns her head as a cop rides by.
No remorse. No tears. No sigh.
Readjusts her breasts in a shirt too small,
Showing too much, but not all.
Against the light pole she seductivly leans.
She's only a child; she's only fifteen.
Cinderella Abandoned
The castle's burned.
The crown long gone.
Neither prince nor knight,
To carry her home.
No footmen, no mice,
No pumpkin-coaches.
Godmother vanished,
Like glass slippers and gold broaches.
Barefoot, proud,
Yet beautiful still,
Alone she walks
In the moonlit chill.
Loneliness constant,
Never leaving or bending.
Searching constantly,
For her happy ending...
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