loss of innocence
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A woman lies in a pool,
Dead and naked,
As she wades, with a
Christening dove
Lighting up the sullen sky,
Darkened
And her breasts lie
Pale white
A cloth smoothly talking
The Monster in his Brain
As a child,
He would smile.
He was not wild,
But mild
And quiet
And kind.
Sets of swings sit on the east corner
next to the electrical wires the shoes dangle from.
A dingy yelloow slide shows signs of happy memories made
"Clocks on the wall
Talk to watches on the wrist
It's the (moments) we relive
It's the moments like this"
the faint smell of crayons, adhesive, and floor wax filled the air. i shot an anxious smile at my mother and she nodded.
What is it like to kiss?A moment of pure bliss,Of joy and ecstasyThat turns realityInto scattering starsAs you fall in his arms.
Day after day
Semester after semester
Year after year
I run into college freshman, sophomores, juniors, and seniors who are victims drowning in their own pool of confliction
I used to be a Child
I used to like playing outside, then I started worrying about the dirt.
I used to hate writing until I realized I could write whatever I wished.
Freefalling
A tiny white crystal of ice
Descending from heaven
A precious gift
Glittering in the light
Falling, sparkling, beautiful
In its own right
A masterpiece unto itself
I have met the ugliest man
That ever has survived
His cheeks are sallow holes
And his hair has never thrived
Upon his fingers delicate
Sit the rings of fortune and fame
Sometimes I wonder
What happened
On June nineteeth, 'ninety-five -
The day before my birth.
Before I opened my eyes
Before I took my first breath of fresh air
Before I touched the world with tiny fingers
