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Poems by a Local
Eugene, Oregon Poet -
------Lil'
Miss
To the Lost
The world is constantly twirling,
swirling...I'm lost...will I be found?
I miss simplicity that has now been
replaced with emotions, unheard things
new faces, new beings, I miss love.
Love of another.
Without fear, without pain.
Love of a different name.
The world is blurring, blurring now consumed.
I'm lost inside a world I can’t navigate.
The never-ending sense of doom.
I miss calm, the false senses of hope
of happiness of completion, that's replace with fakeness and
lies. The world is all consuming.
Lost inside a dream.
I am the world now.
I am me.
SKIN
When the world stops...I'm lost.
Lost beside your soul looking, examining how it's stitched to
your skin.
Unrefined sweetness to the shadow of your face.
I smile in secret as your hand runs over the nape of my neck.
I'm lost, lost beside your soul.
Innocence is what you say you see in me, untouched, unmarked by
the worlds crudeness. Hidden to the world is how I've chosen to
live.
When the world stops I'm lost, lost inside myself.
Heart stops for moments at a time.
Sometimes it seems every thing I hide is on display when you
look at me.
Oddly graceful as I watch you rise, quickly moving, watching me
wondering what I think.
When the world stops I’m lost,
Lost beside you soul, looking how it's stitched to your skin.
Marry go round
Can you feel the life spin and spiral around, and around?
Loving the dizzying feeling of this obscure marry-go-round.
Stumbling we fall upon the grass refusing to stand we lay in our
own world.
The clouds make funny figures for our games.
The Lasting impression of the sun, kisses our faces.
The truth is I never want to leave.
Just to lay here under the trees talking about the stories of
our lives.
Talking about never wanting more but the love of what we have
now in the moment when life first began.
But we begged once upon a time to let the world stand still just
for a short while.
Can you feel the life spin and spiral around and around?
Loving the feeling of this obscure marry-go-round.
We lay under the stars somewhere lost beyond the moon far, far,
away in a field.
Connecting the stars making funny pictures together is how we
choose to live our lives.
The world becomes nothing as we disappear away to places no one
else can see.
The world we live in is the dusks, dawns, lights, noises,
scenery, we choose to see.
Can you feel the life spin and spiral around and around?
Loving the dizzying feeling of this obscure marry-go-round.
WHO AM I?
I feel a burden weighing my heart down.
Keep trying to stand up but the words pound
I stumble and fall to the ground.
Saying a broken prayer, I whisper to the sky
Who am I?
Unheard human beings slowly begin to speak to help let the
chained ones be free from the razor sharp glass that digs deep
into society.
For some reason we support the suppression of we the people just
for the false protection of the madness that resides inside.
Saying a broken prayer, I whisper to the sky
Who am I?
Can the world truly heal all the broken dreams of every person
in our world?
As the children of the future get fed the lies unprepared to
handle the dead world of tomorrow that our parents left us with.
Half of one culture, half of another merged into a mix of
subcultures but the children of mixed races are left finding and
wandering this vast palace alone, truly with no place in between
to call home.
Saying a broken prayer I whisper to the sky who am I?
Love is the beauty with in; but the media twisted that idea to
make it so it's okay for women to be so sickly thin.
Waiting after every meal to hide in the bathroom with the other
sisters prostituting their bodies for the sake of haves and have
naught.
A Manson filled with gold could never change the depression of
our world.
Saying a broken prayer I whisper to the sky who am I?
Choking on the lies I breathe in the toxins that keep me
attracted the charm in the snake's eyes.
The words pound me into the ground to try and create another
corporate clown.
Saying a broken prayer I whisper to the sky
Who am I?
Our Place for two
A million twirls, covered with the swirls of our chaotic world.
The twist and turns, gentle touch of you. Sweep two smiles and
make it one.
The quiet of my mind is my escape.
Feel the spins make them end,
Make it quite her in our place for two.
Dig the sand till the world ends, every grain different from the
next.
Whisper words for forbidden ears.
Swim a million miles just to be here.
Watch the moon rise in the west as the sun sets into the east.
Make everything wrong like me.
Silence everything no words to whisper, no songs to hear.
Feel the spins make them end make it quit here in our place for
two.
A million twirls, covered with the swirls of our chaotic world.
Feel the spins make them end,
Make it quite here in
Our place for two.
Dolls Masquerade
Lifeless eyes sit and stare as you float in to the dolls
masquerade ball. Listen to the whispers of your beauty here and
there.
Stiff and still, it feels as though the world stands still.
One, two, three,
Twirls of dress’s glittering lifeless eyes behind golden masks.
Porcelain hands reach for your hand.
Feel the cold, one more twirl and your body goes numb. Stiff and
still two more twirls and you’re in a trance. Lifeless eyes sit
and stare as you dance in the
dolls masquerade ball.
One, two, three,
Twirls of the dolls dance.
The icy porcelain lip of a strange blue-eyed man in a silvery
mask kisses your neck. Feel his cold hands caress your check as
your eyes begin to glaze over.
With the last twirl he kisses your hand. Now all you see is his
cold blue eyes disappear in the crowd of lifeless eyes.
One, two, three
Twirls to the dance as the lifeless eyes sit and stare as you
dance in The Dolls masquerade.
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