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Don't Inspire MeDarling, if you break my heartI'll write much better poetry.When I am wounded words will flowlike river-ink into the seacongealing into bitter rhymesthat ring with painful honesty;the spark that loss gives back to soulsthe fuel that burns, called "agony"the strumming, roaring of my drivethe call to race away from "me"to far-off hills, and bury thoughtand let only the weeping be.What motivates us more than this?The anguish and the ecstasythat populates the blank page fastand spins our sighs to tapestry.And yet I think I would preferto be quite bad at all of thisand blame my failure on my smiles,the greyer side of merry bliss.Let happy fools lose heavy mindsand dance a weightless jigforget about philosophyand be the happy pig.
13 Poems and Fragments on LoveHard worker:Dedicated darling, bentover the table; light poolsaround your busy handslike a fairytale shoemakerslaving in the night.Set down your tools,my love.Set me on your lapand sayI'm better than anythingyou ever made.That some other whomade me, made mefor you.Engineer of my heart.Fragment 1:Words like "graduation" spill from my heartand leak through me; hot, dark, red - wellyou know I'm not here tobreak things, or take apartthe strings of your life,your happiness glow.Night Candle:When you are goneI cannot sleep;A child without thecomfort of light.When you are hereI am the mothburning itselfon your beauty.My wings are on firethe pain is fiercebut dear,you're prettyand nothing likethe cold,uneventful dark.I'd choose yourheat anytime.I choose itevery time.Fragment 2:How awful now a young girl's rhymecan seem.And yet the years have not improvedit much!Yet how would I have realisedmy dreamwithout these rhythmic words,without my crutch
Warmer WinterSnow falls on your lashes.We move closer. Yoursweet, awkward attemptto touch my arm misses.My flesh feels colder for it.I cannot look at yourlaughing face, so close.I tell myself I am fondof you, butnot too much.I will not look.I don't even knowif I want you that way.Maybe you just make me warm.Sweet one, your gentleness is likean easy song, sung 'round a fire.Under the bare stars you'd smile,and everyone would sing it too.Your gentleness would move a world.Your smile and laughter stir my well.I am too deep for you, too dark.Merry little bird, take your lightsomewhere higherlet it sing,even through snow.