A free bird leaps on the back of the wind,
And floats downstream till the current ends,
And dips his wing in the orange suns rays and
dares to claim the sky.
---Maya Angelou

Honey help me out of this mess
I'm a stranger to myself
But don't reach for me, I'm too faraway
I don't wanna talk 'cuz theres nothing left to say...

Tears,copious as spring rain,
are checked in ducts
and screams are crowded in a corner
of my throat.
--Maya Angelo

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cco the uglies
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ub
sub
urban
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owdy
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L
ooms an eggyellow smear of wintery sunse.
---e.e.cummings

--but if yourself consider wonderful
that your (how luminous) life toward twilite will
dissolve reintegrate beckon thru me,
I think it is less wonderful than this,
only by you my heart always moves.

How more than dark I am
no song (no
thing)no
silence ever told;it has noname--

let them go--the
thruthful liars and
the false friends
and the boths and
neither-you must let them go they
were born
to go.

You'll say you understand,you'll never understand,
I'll say I'll never wake up know how or why,
I don't know what to believe in,you don't know who I am,
You'll say I need appeasing when I start to cry,
But never is a promise and I'll never need a lie.

Pale September,I wore the time like a dress that year,
The autumn days swung soft around me-like cotton on my skin,
But as the embers of the summer lost their breath lost their breath and disappeared,
My heart went cold and only hollow sounds resounded from with in,
But then he rose as brillant as the moon is full,
And sank in the burrows of my keep...