

content of memama was always doing science experiments with me not hopping through the sprinkler or chasing cats down the sidewalkcontent of me
she was not the one who wished on dandelion puffs with me and helped blow every seed spreading them across the yard so that I could make my wishes a hundred times more
mama was always the one to explain why something was growing instead of laughing about how it looked or even just taking in the energy that radiated
I could always see that energy I could always open my mouth and drink that sun in I don't think she ever


Feed You Loveroar in my ear kiss my cheek but don't call me baby send me flowers then ride the subway for three days to reach me pick up your head and smile for meFeed You Love
wait until the sun burns on the horizon to taste my lips for the first time live inside me and be my steps by my side I am willing to carry you
Fading into the distance of breath fogging the window of the loft New York City tastes life fire in my fingertips smells of raining faces kissing the sky with pursed lips all backward and strung with paper lan


sin againi wanted to peel off this dirty skin, inhale my essence like second hand smoke and let it stain my insides with a cancerous reality,sin again
but instead i flaunted my newfound femininity to the wolf pack for another dollar. My guardian angel is driving me home, offering me a cigarette as long as i promise not to tell. I'm still buying sacrafices for the alter to pay for my forgotten hypocrisy, praying "forgive me Father, for I have sinned. My sin is I plan to sin again." and i hope that heaven hears me throu
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RyanTCooney Productions
Happy Valentine's Day
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you weren't much of a muse,
but then I weren't much of a poet
1- you smoke me out while i'm wearing your clothes
2- you love me even when i make terrible decisions
3- you're willing to run away 3000 miles with me
4- you don't try to steal my boyfriend
5- you help me make the best mix cds
6- you understand when i have elitest creative writer moments
7- we cringe at the same moments when people are either
a- doing a horrible job of singing
b- doing a horrible job of writing
8- we're the same person
9- we refer to our families as one entity
10- my mommy is your mommy and yours is mine!
yay us!
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But the dead only quickly decay
They don't go about being born and reborn
and rising and falling like soufflé
The dead only quickly decay
What do you think?
(please note that I am away this week - so it might be a little while before I get back to you)
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A storm is rising.
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