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She gave this Earth everything she had
       Poured her heart
                               Her validation
                                          Her lusting touch
She gave the Earth her all
Toes touching deep within the soil
Bunion roots pulled in the dirt
Head tilted up to the skies
she gave this Earth everything she had
          Stole his heart
                              His validation
                                      Exchanged for lusting touches
She enveloped the tree blanket forest fur around her
Let it seep in, till there was no difference in the ocean and her blood
Found strength in a dying population
                              found her life
Took it all down with her rise
This Earth was everything she had
*This Earth was everything she was
 Nov 2013 Nicole Alyse
Lyra Brown
trading:**
scissors for hair
false smiles for real tears
cruel words for honest confessions
draining corpses for supportive souls
loneliness for solitude
the hum of numbness for booming self doubt
pretending for admitting
hard shell for nakedness
anger for sadness
distractions for reactions
avoidance for opportunity
wide open wounds for well deserved closure
indifference for uncertainty
emptiness for openness
hell for health

i’m trading
ingrained habits for a new consistent way of life
i’m really scared.
Lucky charms laced with LSD,
Ceriously!
What have I got to lose
besides time?
Mind? What mind? Mine?
Mind you,
That might be sublime;
Sanity is a burden (at the best of times).

"Never tell me the odds",
I'm not a gambling man.
"Down-count:
5, 4, 3, 1,
Off-blast!"


Asian foodstuffs,
Neon shades of rainbow
turn to cotton candy fluff.
I appear to be tripping hard
yet with a certain meditative quality to it all.

In an electronic garden
I can feel the data flowing;
The Internet, and with it
freedom in knowing.
The Black Library,
A wireless tree.
This is the dawn
of inhuman telepathy.

I love it, with all it's twisted irregularities:
The Room, that's art;
My immortal, that's far enough.
This is science used by insanity.
Quotes:
Line Nine from Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back by Han Solo (Harrison Ford)
Lines Eleven, Twelve and Thirteen from Elektronik Supersonik by Zladko ("ZLAD!") Vladcik
Wake up sing your lullabies
Hold your tears girl
Please don't  cry
A painted maid lives in your head
You're not blind, no you're not dead
So take my hand and follow me
We'll find a place where the grass is green
Someday soon you will see
Just how much you mean to me

Sunsets fall on empty stars
Someday soon you'll travel far
And turn this sky into the sea
Upside down, walking under me
One day soon you will see
How to make your paintings bleed
Cause faded paintings aren't the same
Are you still feeling sane?
The Ballroom Babies, fantastic band :) you guys should check them out!
Try their songs To Save Grace & In Bed With Yesterday, they're dope (:

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