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I have carried one For twenty seven years I have no idea where the fuel comes from To keep it burning Why your name is now etched in the palm of my hand Where I have clutched this torch But I do know that it gives A beautiful Light.

Posted By angelofmercy On 05.25.2011 @ 6:47 pm

Breakfast? Snack? Dinner every night of the week? Any time. This twisty doughy salty puzzle of delight Can fill the need And make you happy And bring you peace And light And love.

Posted By angelofmercy On 05.22.2011 @ 3:04 pm

In the night Of Love You take what’s not yours To fill some need, some hole Silent and stealthy

Posted By angelofmercy On 05.24.2011 @ 4:14 am

Hillocks, green tunnels Where my foot sinks As I run from the large tree that is first base to the sidewalk square that is second. Mole hills Ruin my game. I’m not so sad when the cat comes home with you dangling from the corner of her mouth.

Posted By angelofmercy On 05.18.2011 @ 6:14 pm

Hillocks, green tunnels Where my foot sinks As I run from the large three that is first base to the sidewalk square that is second. Mole hills Ruin my game. I’m not so sad when the cat comes home with you dangling from the corner of her mouth.

Posted By angelofmercy On 05.18.2011 @ 3:48 pm

It takes only a little convincing that I deserve it that I work so hard, and that no one else really understands and that surely, this won’t hurt anyone and that I will be better, if only I can have this one time

Posted By angelofmercy On 05.17.2011 @ 5:37 pm

Cold nights Still Clear Bleakness and anguish Distilled in an icy glass I think there’s a reason I find vodka depressing.

Posted By angelofmercy On 05.15.2011 @ 6:00 am

Luminous Radiant Iridescent light moves from somewhere inside The center Outward Not the focus But The source

Posted By angelofmercy On 05.12.2011 @ 2:28 pm

Under the layers Under flesh and nerve Muscle and vein Under life itself The structure that shapes us But without the layers What are we? Sticks and stones and broken.

Posted By angelofmercy On 05.12.2011 @ 7:08 am

Inevitable disappointment As we hope once again, work toward that anticipated end Think, dream that this time Really, It’s going to be different. And then we console ourselves that at least We tried At least we dreamed, we hoped At least we haven’t given in Given up.

Posted By angelofmercy On 05.11.2011 @ 3:43 am

My crew My people The ones who have my back, who work for a common good Who understand why I need what I need And can step in and pick up when I drop My Heavy Load.

Posted By angelofmercy On 05.09.2011 @ 4:02 pm

I know things. I learned it when I was 19. And 23 and 26 and 35 and now, I’m learning it again. Why are the most fundamental truths so hard to retain? Why do I waver when I know What I’ve always Known?

Posted By angelofmercy On 05.07.2011 @ 8:17 pm

Why do we call someone a heel when they act rudely, without thought or concern for the people around them. Heels seem so innocuous – and vital The heel of my foot allows me to stride long-legged and sure into my future.

Posted By angelofmercy On 05.07.2011 @ 9:43 am

S’mores and smoke from the campfire that infuses my wool shirt damp everything sticky glorious green

This is happiness.

Posted By angelofmercy On 05.05.2011 @ 6:48 am

The stuff no one uses anymore Big and unweildy, taking up more room than we can spare The people who have outlived their productivity. You’ve gone from ruling the earth To insult In mere millenia.

Posted By angelofmercy On 05.03.2011 @ 7:51 pm

You look like you’re going out to pick berries, she said, eying my denim bandana. They were all the rage in 1977, but she didn’t know that, product of another time, a day when girls wore their hair in braids until they wore it up, their long skirts swishing against the tops of their leather boots.

Posted By angelofmercy On 05.02.2011 @ 4:27 pm

Crimson and Roll me over Lucky four leaf…. One little plant Saddled with so many references, hopes, So much need Your round little leaves Just trying to eat some sun And get on with the business of spring.

Posted By angelofmercy On 05.01.2011 @ 8:58 am

They tell the story In a nutshell – Who loved, who died Who made the Tragic Mistake

I’m glad they don’t have their hands on my storyline. I don’t want to know if it ends badly.

Posted By angelofmercy On 04.30.2011 @ 4:57 am

Hang on behind me, baby And I will take you For the ride of your Life.

Posted By angelofmercy On 04.26.2011 @ 12:55 pm

The pieces confound I like to start with the edges and work in to the center But I can’t match the colors And I can’t build the frame I know what the picture should look like So I just need to mix them up And start over….

Posted By angelofmercy On 04.24.2011 @ 1:50 pm

Iron things out Flatten them, make them smooth, free of Wrinkles, of the bumps where the stories live Where the pain resides, but also the moments The flashes Of beauty. Make it clean, Make it straight. Don’t let it burn.

Posted By angelofmercy On 04.23.2011 @ 12:01 pm

Insulated, temporary a wall between what’s tender and the burning and then it crumbles like snow

Posted By angelofmercy On 04.22.2011 @ 12:23 pm

Your skin, just skin makes my skin turn in on itself everything about you should feel familiar, friendly but you are foreign in ways that have nothing to do with your accent I cannot recognize, in you, someone like me.

Posted By angelofmercy On 04.22.2011 @ 8:25 am

It’s always good to know what small thing you can take in hand to do the job If only the jobs that really need doing could be solved with something shiny costing $9.95….

Posted By angelofmercy On 04.20.2011 @ 5:52 pm

Automated Detached, you are so good At going through the motions Doing what’s expected Following your programming Until The wiring Flickers and you Fail

Posted By angelofmercy On 04.19.2011 @ 6:07 pm

Open air the sound of your voice thins as it moves over the broad green lawn and as we step into the thick shadows of wood our voices step closer, too

Posted By angelofmercy On 04.18.2011 @ 3:02 pm

A porcelain sink with four grimy glasses our crooked hotel room the Bloomsbury gardens outside our tiny window and a bottle of Bell’s Whiskey enough to drop a few horses and a whole Friday night ahead of us.

This cannot end well.

Posted By angelofmercy On 04.17.2011 @ 7:16 pm

Indulgence, silky chocolate white cotton dense green grass

The arc of blue sky overhead toes wiggling in the green water like small fish

Posted By angelofmercy On 04.16.2011 @ 11:54 am

The fuel that feeds the source

What is it that sparks consumes drives

what fills the tank?

Posted By angelofmercy On 04.15.2011 @ 3:14 pm

She creeps along the yellow walls stripes like bars holding out the world holding her back from herself

women hysterical dangerous creatures with their messy emotions their passions like tigers ripping through lies and conventions

keep them in those small yellow rooms.

Posted By angelofmercy On 04.14.2011 @ 3:53 pm