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 Aug 2013 Kimberly Clemens
Q
Because you only hurt
The places I can't see
You only create wounds
In places I can't reach

Because you're just like the others
Just like everyone I tried before
Because when I put in everything
You leave me broken and sore

Because you got me thinking
About everything I hate to want
And when I told myself to take the risk
You left me needing and alone

Because I'm too insecure for what you want
Even though you pull harder than my push
And when I think you're falling with me
You save yourself while I'm snapping out of the rush

Because I could say so much when people ask
Why I haven't finally had more than enough
When they ask why my heart lives on my sleeve
But to this day, I've only replied "Just because."
 Aug 2013 Kimberly Clemens
Elise
Rolled this one right,
pulled in the smoke,
the monsters are out,
as I start screaming
they start to bite.

I scream out your name,
of course, no reply.
 Aug 2013 Kimberly Clemens
AJ
I think one of the saddest feelings in the world,
Is when the house you spent your whole life in,
The house you took your first steps in,
The house you grew up in from age 0 to now,
No longer feels like yours.
Your room feels like a hotel room.
And you could never fall asleep in any other bed,
But this bed no longer feels like yours.
And you have to get out,
And you know when you're getting out,
And it doesn't seem fast enough,
But you don't want to leave.
You grew up and SOMEHOW
Became an adult while no one was watching,
But you weren't watching either.
And no one was recording it.
And you're not too certain when the exact moment was.
But suddenly you see the world isn't outside the walls of your town.
The world is your town,
And the rest of the world is actually the universe,
And the universe is actually just a town.
And that is terrifying.
"A girl with a bird she found in the snow
Then flew up her gown and that's how she knows
If God made her eyes for crying at birth
Then left the ground to circle the earth."
Wispy, subtle words leave your tongue,
floating from lips to ear with ease.
Leaving behind a trail of silver dust;
sonic spores spinning streams of song.
Lighter than the air they rest upon.

One voice, bending harmonies into new mold.
Locking my eyes into place.
Paralyzed from the fear of any movement -
making a noise to scamper into this sacred sound scape.
Fluttering lyrics like brittle, little moths
seeking out a flame. Dying to be heard.

Melodies lifting, lingering in yellow.
Dissonance, crisply crashing, mixing to green.
Washed away by a refreshing blue refrain.
Only to be boiled into the ole' gold chorus.

Anthem of awakening for the foolish sleeper.
This is the song of the migrating flock -
the hymn of the winter-slumbering hive
to tell of the memories of many springs past.

So I sit, simmering in suspense.
Hoping, praying that the silence not return.

Sounds of leaves laughing as the wind -
tickles them on the tips of their branch-homes.
Sing a song for my humble eyes

With the voice of the fiery Sun

And when you get to the reprise

Do not falter, do not run
 Aug 2013 Kimberly Clemens
AJ
If I close my eyes,
And I count to five,
Will your god come down,
And make me feel alive?
If I watch the clock
That's ticking away,
Will I find relief?
Is that safe to say?

If I feel the beats,
Of my heart in my throat,
Will I learn to sing
The most beautiful notes?
If I take one breath,
Strong as hurricanes,
Can I storm away,
Like the sideways rain?

If I take the hand
You graciously offer,
Will the nightmares end?
Please get him off her!
If I tap my foot,
Impatiently so,
How long will it take
For you to let go?
I wrote this to the beat of "The Boy With the Coin" by Iron & Wine
I guess I'm just obsessed with listening to
sad music late at night.
Helps the tears come down.
Helps the thoughts to take over.
Helps me feel worse about myself.
-te
Good going, Tia. Just making things worse for yourself.
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