Saturday, August 28, 2010


Why do I want to watch you
as humans admire birds in the sky?
Dancing, soaring, gliding
elegant marvelous creatures.

Why is it that in my youth
where I am the most heated
that I must make some of the most
crucial decisions?

I feel
I burn
I desire
I burn
Why am I so dangerous
to no one else
but myself?

But if I behave
and do what Im told
I get by,
Then that light goes out
and the room grows cold
I die

Which leaves me looking
in your direction
for more birds
of hope
to remind me:
be free
and live dangerously.

Fear is a safe,
horrible existance
but when coupled by love,
it can always be over
into something

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