NarcissusWhen Narcissus wants to avoid his fate He stays indoors. When his troubles pry open his doors He covers his face. And when the masses pull at his hands And lead him startled into the daylight Pull him to the pond-- What choice is left?Narcissus
Echo beseeches him through pantomime But only reflects his futile arguments. As the lover fades to nothing but a voice The deaf object is dogged by tearing hands Until finally, they rip and shred that beautiful face And solve what problems they themselves had formed.
FrownI am losing my beautiful frown. I amFrown
Forgetting my beautiful frown. I knew It looked the best of all my faces, none so
Pure as that look of apathy. Even if
They thought it was ugly, They were wrong.
That blank face of muscles pulled taut in Tension of having to have some mask. I can't
Smile when you want me to, if you want that I Would rather just close my eyes and breathe in Breathe out this feeling. Become me again.
Me is just a muddled word, but I am A muddled thing, you see, not fit to say I am this, I am that, if only because
To FearBe afraid.To Fear
Know your proper place and When you see me Be afraid.
I don’t care for your respect. I only care that when I approach You hold your hand to your heart And feel the creeping of the infectious fear. Know that I am here.
When you were a child I hid under the bed And when you grew older I spread All around the room I had a hand Coming closer, closer, I whisper in your ear: Be afraid.
The RainThe clanging of sneakers on metal steps was loud in the eerie silence of the parking lot. I followed a few steps behind, looking over the railing every once in a while. Becca was staying on solid ground, her arms crossed as she watched us clamber up the side of the building.The Rain
“Would you guys hurry up? I have to be back by eight,” Becca called. She whipped her head from side to side. I felt the same cold crawling up my spine, the dread and the emptiness of the open space. I glanced down at my watch—seven already; I had told my parents I’d be
Stuff
thank you for eating my soul
--
You can own the earth and still
All you'll own is earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind...
Can you tell me what stopped the rain...?
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