.:Hope Makes Me Stay:.Such a fragile, feathered soulThat trembles with a touch.And yet, though worn, has weathered all;Has faced and endured much.What keeps the soul so tethered now?It has not blown awayDespite its tattered, feathered bow.'Tis hope that makes it stay.August 26, 2010
Ribbon SyncopationIt started with a whisper that echoed through my ears. My fingers began to twitch and burn, coursing through every pulse and vein. That sweet tune began to flow, filling every void and hole, and my feet began to gravitate closer to yours.Every sympathetic beat pounds into my head, moving me into a dance parallel to yours. My lungs stop breathing, and for a moment my world starts ending. And then you take the lead.A superhero of sorts: taking a ribbon for a cape and flying on waves of radiation. You lead my pirouette, pointing sore bones through days and nights. It starts slowly, taking over time. Every tear wiped into a sea of mixed emotions, of memorials and joys and celebrations.A light you set takes over, convulsing with every move you make. The fight we've watched you wage is a dance you lead, a dance you've been forced to choreograph.The words singing out of your mouth enrapture and consume
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