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Always_Amnesia's Journal
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006
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April 13, 2008, 12:43:pm
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[I found this in a very old journal yesterday. Enjoy.]
"Just Like Heaven" - 04032004
My wings can take me anywhere
Anywhere at all
My wings can take me to the clouds
To the ground feathers fall
My wings can take me everywhere
Everywhere I please
My wings can take me to the grove
I'll drift among the trees
My wings can take me to the sea
Make me soar and fly
My wings can take me straight to God
Just in case I die
My wings can soothe my aching pain
Help me stand up tall
My wings can protect and shelter me
But I don't have wings at all
© 2004 Always_Amnesia. Please respect that.
Mood: Melancholy
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005: Picking Up the Pieces: Part One
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April 13, 2008, 12:35:pm
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Picking Up the Pieces
The Poetry of CMG
Selected Works of the Selected Works
Part One: 11202005-05052006
[Part one of Rissa's story. If anyone has any information on publishers, please contact me. It was her last wish.]
"Untitled 2" - 12032005
Take my hand and I’ll take you to a place
Where angels grown envious of your beauty,
And where stars dim their brightness as to not outshine you.
Shards of my innocence fall upon a thorny ground
And I see you through the grey haze,
Walking away, leaving me with liquid scarlet running down my face.
"Untitled 3" – 12192005
He looked upon the face of beauty
And beauty stayed in his hand,
And from that day forward, he was as one dead.
"Drugs" – 12242005
Her descent into what once was, now seems more like a chase.
She runs alone trying to catch her past.
Now a machine of false habit, she never catches.
Acid sweat and alkaline tears run down her face.
Why wasn’t she good enough to make her delirious happiness last?
But her days are numbered and the beast she chases grows farther.
To rid herself of the state of dementia she is in,
She falls victim to the monster which is she.
Wanting so badly only lingering memories,
Never realizing she sits in the present.
She doesn’t admit ever she never needs help.
So she is never recognized and aid is never sent.
Eventually she may succumb to the monster’s power,
Injecting it into her veins to diffuse and make it part of her.
She sees those few previous moments as energy well spent,
And then she’ll sit alone once again,
Chasing only wisps of twisted realities that once were.
"The Young Wear Veils" – 02022006
We live to breathe sob stories,
Sniffing old handkerchiefs purposed to polish
Aged wood and preserved to flick the
Dust from unmoving cedar eyes.
Gingerly we press
Handkerchiefs to second-hand vision,
To wax tears into them
Then place paper weights over stationary.
And together we sit counting the numbers
Of lovers who could no love us
Because they loved the intricacies that twisted,
Like the smiles that we salvaged,
Broken at the bottom of vintage boxes,
Like February’s freezing winds
That blew between our legs.
But they could not wait to know the ivy
That curled stealthily between bricks in fortified walls.
How beautiful, from a distance,
But to levitate between fresh leaves, is to know torture.
And the maze with neon lights,
Has really always been our labyrinth,
Burning.
"Windows and Chemical Solutions" – date unknown
Lives are closed windows
And PERFECT cracks run through.
Dity panes are sprayed with chemical juices,
But the solution is TEMPORARY.
Te liquid streaks forever, leaving its mark.
Some board up their windowns,
Wood, tape, glue and useless adhesives protect
Their fragile glass from monstrosity,
But blocks the necessary oxygen.
The dried river paths left from ammonia-ridden waters remain,
Making obvious what was before,
Until someone sprays a stronger poison
Upon heated sand and wipes clear eons of history.
"Untitled 7" – date unknown
Wilted dandelions lay browning and crushed on an empty sidewalk,
And the pigtails and soles of lights runoff toward a new, young couple.
Lie after lie roll off a troubled tongue.
No more does she use blankets to hide the darkness that played mean tricks on her.
Innocence is an illusion, an ALLUSION to what is nowhistory.
But troubled, elderly eyes do not see beyond gap teeth and ice cream.
When she falls,no longer does it leave flesh wounds,
But disease and one drop of black paint.
But you, old man, cannot help her
Because all you see are Sunday morning cartoons
And a shining, sticky face.
"For Booty" – 02202006-02262006
She came quietly last night
To revere and lay beside you,
Down from a heavenly atmosphere
To marvel at the king trapped inside you.
You lay chest to chest
Each touch and breath an attempt to merge into one
And you lay there, not together
Because you have already become one.
But eventually she will have to leave,
To go live amongst other angels
Her arms are replaced with your cotton sheets,
A king without his angel.
"Things I Must Say Before Dawn" – 042006
Answers play tag with questions when we talk
And knowing what to say, we just won’t
Because lifetime overwhelm the significance of moments
And we’d rather cling to yesterday’s Kleenex
Than to each other’s eyes.
See, we said love rested somewhere
Between our sighs and the sadness we evoked with the other slept
Because dawn streams through blinds, squeezing between bodies, [our] burdens.
But we could only see the necessity of needs each other.
I just wanted you to know
That we are okay—
Even when silences cover hands,
Covering mouthpieces to cover sobs,
When our hearts fall from rooftops
From trying to reach God
To explain that Babel was a mistake,
We just need to know each other.
This is the love letter I promised my heart,
Folded, slipped under your door,
When I tip toe away
‘cause the sidewalk’s calling…
And when I slip into a phone booth
And you pick up the phone,
It’ll be our secret,
I haven’t run away.
”Untitled 8” – 04252006
Hold your eyes up to my veins
Scarlet words run as liquid through arteries
Use your magics and your blood equivocally
Never do you mean the same.
Forgetting me or forgetting you
Our singularity rides on this medium,
Mitosis splitting us apart slowly
Our division grows deeper with our blood.
”Untitled 9” – 05052006
I wanted to be here for an eternity
I tried to get you out of my mind
I have tried to get some distance in between
My heart and my head.
The space between me and insanity is just another thin line
Because when you’re here, you vanish me.
I’ll leave just for the sake of being alone
I’ll let my feet hit the concrete
After the storm I’ll be gone before the morning comes
I’ve been down this road before.
[All works © Clarissa M. Gabriel. Please respect that.]
Mood: Nostalgic and resolute
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