Words Escape Me...

...into night. They are not mine, they are their own, and they do with me what they will. I faithfully follow them into poems and sing them into songs.

Birthdays are a Beach

                               falling from fingers

                        spilling out seams

          wearing down works

        irritating eyes

          small

significant

sand

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Themes

She blushes behind brushes
she picks up pieces to find a whole
she fell in nerd-like
love is for optimists she hates being one
she crushes her crushes then cries into pies
she remembers the world through a glass eye
art and poetry of friends
heartbreak knows her by name
irons sharpens iron but true friendship brands
she doodles in dark alleys
she minces words when the recipe calls for it
she teaches peace to children not so young

The Poet:

KilJoi the Lowly: Minneapolis, MN; Words escape me, save me, betray me... Would the world really want to know? Anonymity my friend, Censorship my foe... Into the night I humbly will go.

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