The Grass is Black/The Air is Pink

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feel me/read me/follow me

(This heart…) by Izumi Shikibu

This heart,
longing for you,
breaks
to a thousand pieces-
I would’nt lose one.

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(the nightmare is…)

the nightmare is feeling the
heat on your skin from the lips of the sun
this is not love
the nightmare is reality
though reality is just a bad dream
stuck on repeat…

written: March 23, 2011

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If you could ask God one question what would it be?

are there people in our dreams real

Ask me anything

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What’s your favorite sport?

to watch; baseball

Ask me anything

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Do you believe there’s intelligent life on other planets?

yes.

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What would be the best thing about being a vampire?

leisure and staying up/out all night

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What one thing are you exceptionally bad at?

existing

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What’s more important – who you know or what you know?

what u know…

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A Solution

The pleasures of my pain
is what I see and
what I think I know
how people in love laugh & touch is yellow
how bored people try to make love is gray
away.
away with myself
away with my tears
away with my dreams
I’ll throw my desires
out of a window
like a poorly built paper plane
the people can die
the places can fade
the things can break apart
everything but my heart
is real
real as the heat from the sun in the sky
real as the breeze through the trees in July
real as the new, pretty flowers in Spring
Forgive my heart
for being numb
I have beaten out all of its feelings
to save it, to protect it…
I put a bandage on the world
but left my heart bare and blue
now it beats purple and tickles my ribs
so here’s what I’ll do
I’ll turn it to glass
and throw it at you…

(written: September 2,2010)

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In The Name of Love

Because I love you, I will not speak before noon; kissing your hand, is how I’ll greet the moon on Friday nights..

Because I love you, I’ll only drink purified water. No more Coke. No coffee either, maybe some tea,during the growing freshness of  Spring.

Because I love you, I’ll sleep in the nude and your birthday will be the only holiday that I celebrate.

Because I love you, I will bathe in your bed,shower in your bathwater and eat the leftovers in your fridge. I’ll chew your old gum. I’ll smoke your cigarette butts.

Because I love you,I’ll be there to warm you on a bitter,cold winter night. I’ll read to you. Write for you. Dance for you. Cry for you.

All because I love you.

written: November 10, 2010

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