These were either written about my friend Kyle, who committed suicide on August 1st, 2004, or the love of my life, Jake Hannah a.k.a. Poogie. <3
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I Want To Die While You Love Me I want to die while you love me, While yet you hold me fair, While laughter lies upon my lips, And lights are in my hair. I want to die while you love me, And bear to that still bed You kisses turbulent, unspent, To warm me 'til I'm dead. I want to die while you love me, Oh, who would want to live 'Til life has nothing more to ask, And nothing more to give? I want to die while you love me And never, never see The glory of this perfect day Grow dim or cease to be. Jesus Christs' Wrists [This one won an award from the National Poetry Association.] I need an empty face so I can paint you. I'd put a wire round my neck to prove my love for you. I'd cut my arms, Valentine, yes, I'd do that, too. I want Jesus Christs' wrists. I need to double check the lists for any angels that are due. I'd suffer this all for eyes that are true. Eyes that are blue like a moonrise hue. I want Jesus Christs' wrists. I need to double check the lists for any angels I have missed. I need skin so white that light passes through. A barbed wire crown for the monsters that I slew. Iron nails in my wrists and my ankles, too. Normal Normal is average, something I'm not. Normal is plain, instead of hot. It's the majority, what everyone expects. But I'm the minority, what no one accepts. Why must we walk around labeled? When in reality, judges are cradled In the normalcy that they seek, While the rest of us stand on our original peak. Where I can express myself without all the looks. In a place where I can be free and not live up to the books. Self-expression is a right I take advantage of. On who expresses one's self may be one who is less loved, But I'll continue to be who I wish to be, As long as I have the right to be me. Endless Brilliance foreign coins dusty silver keychains second-grade notebooks locks without keys pants too small yet full of meaning photo after photo pictures of your life pictures of your face before the hell began pictures of a room we spent so much time in when time stood still for a moment and every moment was a slow caress in the endless brilliance of bright afternoon leaves shaking eyes shining hands waving in the air quieting the world -together!- sharing a slip of a green grass strip before the end comes quickening away [More to come when they're actually found in the mess of notebooks in my room.]
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