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 Feb 2015 Linda Duncan
AJ
I'm so full of myself.
And I hate myself.
And I don't know why I assume everything is about me.
And I don't know why I make everything about me.
Love me.

I'll weave your love notes into a noose for two.
It will probably have to just be two separate nooses.
I googled "couples noose"
And apparently it's not a thing.
Love me.
 Feb 2015 Linda Duncan
AJ
Did you not read the words  "FRAGILE"?
The letters where in all caps,
Stamped on my chest.
Not my heart.
Just my lungs.
Practically glass.

I'd say I'm holding my breath,
but....
 Feb 2015 Linda Duncan
AJ
I think you're great.
And your eyes seem
Like deep dark
Pools of wisdom and happiness.
And I feel so safe around you.
Your kisses feel right.

I think you're the only one.
You eyes seem
Like deep dark
Woods, that I will get lost in.
And I feel so protected by you.
Your hugs are so tight.

I think I'm yours
Your eyes seem
Like deep dark
Ocean floors, so mysterious.
I feel so sheltered by you.
Your grip is so tight.

I think you have me.
Your eyes seem
Like deep dark
Hallways, of an abandoned house
I feel so trapped by you.
Let me go.
 Feb 2015 Linda Duncan
AJ
Your smile is the sun
That every once in a while
Peaks from behind the clouds.
But most of the time,
I'm out here rocking a midst this wicked storm,
That no god would be cruel enough
To dream up for a sailor like me.

This wooden ship is sinking,
I wish it were iron.
I never did get enough iron
Probably because I'm a vegetarian.
If my dreams can keep this ship alive
Just for three or four more days
Maybe a beautiful siren,
Or mermaid
Will grant me the mercy and compassion
Of luring me to my death.
I've set out to sea,
On a boat that's just too small.
But on board there's only me.
A captain with no shots to call.
 Feb 2015 Linda Duncan
AJ
It all used to be really simple.
And I'm not talking about
Crayons and sandboxes simple.
I mean,
These people will take care of you,
And these people will love you,
Everything is familiar
And soothing
And unified
And simple.

I'm just a casualty of a war that happened miles away.
I'm not sure of any of the details.
And the aftermath is foggy as well.
I just don't know what happened.
Just that everyone is gone.
Every one who used to love and take care of me.
And who I loved and took care of.

I don't long for sandboxes and crayon simplicity.
Just a time where things were....
When we all were.....
When I knew what the **** was going on.
 Feb 2015 Linda Duncan
AJ
Would you rather
Have to shout all the things you want to whisper,
Or have to whisper all of the things you want to shout?

You're like that really old brick building,
From the sixteen hundreds.
The one covered in vines and flowers.
It's so old, and beautiful.
But I feel that,
If I look too hard at either one of you,
You'll crumble to the ground.
And all of the history will be lost.

I haven't driven out to see either of you in a while.
I hope you're both still okay.
I think I just want to remember you
The way you were.
I want to shout this,
But I can barely manage a whisper.
"There's a tombstone in the brush with your name on the front. But I had no bucks to get "Here lies They-Ran-Outta-Luck", on the back of it."
-MB
 Feb 2015 Linda Duncan
hxxnxh
Why am I doing this again
I ask myself as
I spend another night
Pouring myself on
Paper
Only to tear it apart
Hours later
Why am I doing this again
I ask myself as
I spend another weekend
Wrapped up in
Thoughts
Of what could have been
Only to open up
To the coldness outside
Why am I doing this again
I ask myself
As I hide behind
The idea of what will be
To forget what is
Why am I doing this again
I ask myself as
I let my soul drown
Into your eyes
Eyes as black as coal
Eyes as deep as an abyss
With no end
I let myself fall
And find all
The torn papers
And all the abandoned
Thoughts
And I know the answer
To my question
I keep doing what I do
Because all of it reminds me
of your eyes
All of it reminds me
of home
And I let myself
Get consumed by you
How
Can     Will
You              You
Break                   Fix
Me         ­                     Me
When                 When
You          You
Fixed   Broke
Me              Me
In                        In
The                          The
First                   First
Place         Place
Darling.
 Jan 2015 Linda Duncan
GaryFairy
the best poetry out there
was written down and tossed away
there's too much doubt there
so the words are lost today

the best poems out there
are like stones in the creek
submerged, without air
they never get to speak

the best poets out there
they are blowing in the wind
I can hear them shout there
again and again

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