<<<< Theatre Two >>>>

approaching the city is likened to rushing open a blank page in which to write a fleeting revelation; for in seconds it will be lost if you don't.

you place your hands on your keys or grip the drying ink'd pen tight
and then in a moments pause, realize its gone,
is that awkward stare at the screen a failure of memory or the success of self-doubt stays you.

with nothing to add, you close the book, and hope that noone saw what may have been
another dream never to make its way into the light of right. now.

help me write my stories, and be there with a warm embrace
for i've come this far without you
and hated every step of the way.

<<<< Theatre One >>>>

I used to sneak into the auditorium instead of going to first period every day
it had a back entrance that was very close to my next class. i could always sneak
out early on and not be noticed.

i'd throw open the doors, and as the light from the hallway died
it'd be quiet. and black.
i could see nothing.
the walls echoed the silence

while i was inside, i was free.
the lights were dimmed and the stage was empty
an ambient glow came from the steps and off the walls
and everything was in a state of pure potential.

i'd toss my backpack down, and just lie up next to it
the knots in my back would find a book or corner of a binder to
dig into and suppress the pain for a little while.

i'd just stare off into the darkness
realizing how many people sat in this theatre. clapped their hands to
the pompous stage of people begging to be seen lying in her own sweat
like a lazy couple refusing to get up after sex.

my paranoia that i'd be caught
or that this was the same place i had lay with another
would subside.
and i'd sit and be a viewer, nonchalant to the hush.

a show hadn't just ended
and this was no calm before the storm.

it was a tired place.

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<<<< Weak Heart >>>>

you put your feet on the brisk wooden floor
and allow your legs to stand up
and as she pulls on your half dressed garb
asking you to stay
you walk out the door
out into the same light that shines on the day the earth ends

you realize you were never with her to say goodbye in the first place
and you regret all the more,
over nothing you could have changed

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<<<< Drive >>>>

i dont know if it was the speed, the cold,
or that stranger i danced with
but something about this ride
couldnt stop me from trembling
as i peeled my hands off the wheel.

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<<<< Corners >>>>

all is calm in my place:
the home i've made out of
those cold corners we
paint outselves a sea of
quit further into.

where absence became my
easel for the choices
mankind was too frail
to make on their own,
i made this city.

without a moment's pause
i stepped into a forbidden
place that we each lock away,
and called you back to me.
your move.

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<<<< Looking >>>>

I don't know what you're looking for.
But it certainly isn't me.

We'll be together again in the winter,
even for a second. It'll be enough.

You'll see the gifts we gave eachother
in a two word goodbye.

You'll be better for it all,
and i let you see your own way.

Because i know it wasn't mine.

And i took the low road.
The same road i always have.

I will walk this earth alone
one day when i have to.

And i'll go through the same things
that you are now.

and while you'll be stronger for it
i'll be fighting for it.

fighting for what you have.
as long as its not me.

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<<<< Spindle 2 >>>>

twice upon a thread, i'll slice it to lay waste to
those things we hold dear, and sew myself a
pretty thing worth showing the world.

with sinew, spider web, or a solemn heart,
take me Spindel, my hate and my curse,
and surround me with your dressings
of nothing but our worries

they'll keep me warm when nothing else will.

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<<<< Mistress >>>>

she welcomes you in.
takes your coat with a half-hearted smile,
though she wants to mean it.

her place is a good-lit yellow
fit for warmer crowds, should she
ever choose company over meticulous ways.

a far-gone beauty she is,
and every second you spend beneath her
drives you further in to your own kind of
personal hell, as most anything you say
could upset the balance she's created for herself.

one wrong word, and it could mean your life.

you make your way through this sterile paradise
picking up on lost emotions peppered with a deja vu
only dreams can suffice, almost colder even as
the bright lights beat down on your clothing

and as you finally sit down
across from her: you lower your head
knowing as much as the two of you
could love eachother, to a frightly degree that
is unknown in this city on the hill.

you never could be happy with her.

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