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Barren landscape
Barren landscape of my mind I need an opiate to unwind Trail of tears through all the years maps my fears in the sands of time Time, fickle bitch that she is Says hello and goodbye with a single kiss An arid image scrapes my eyes as I deal with all the lies and I wish dreams could fly...help me Fruitful envy leeches as I read and my skin craves a tiny seed, so that I can take the lead And bask in creation A wondrous sensation, each out of reach revelation when I cease in cessation and I hunger for a station that will pay me to write... Sterility the yang to the ying of fertility and my womb is empty in this finality of simplicity and I sob One, two, three, no more...we were almost four...a twist of fate changed the road and I sat there like a toad as the doctor peeked and prodded with a sterile stethoscope Barren mind and barren soul Out here I feel so cold... C. Dougherty #cdougherty #bleedingonthepage
I Will Never Forget
I will stop loving you when the sun comes up And the gilded garden comes alive I will stop loving you when the moon is round And the trees turn silver I will stop loving you when the Winter's wrath Leaves frost on my sheets I will stop loving you long before Summer can kiss my Blue fingers better I will stop before Spring's blossoms can shower Our breathless bodies under the willow trees Or the red of Autumn flows down the river In bloodied confetti I will stop loving you all too soon But nothing will be forgotten
All My Pretty Lies
I won’t hide my face from you. No, I will look you in the eye. To see your soul, I must show you mine. After all: What else have I to give a stranger, A lover, a friend? I won’t hide my wounds from you, How could I? The repercussions have stained the floor. Why shouldn’t I share my midnight trysts? We’re all mad here, it’s a ball! Secrets and lies rumble in the air, Powdered by little white lies: I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours… But never look me in the eye.