TheThirteenSpades

How spree Is the spry Where the marigolds lie If the lark Is a narc With a triumphant bark And the man With the plan Carried all but a tin can Filled to the brim With him All on a whim And the lyre Is a sire Who will quickly tire Of his damsel Who always has her hands full With the contents of a mysterious satchel And the band Played unmanned And went roundabout the land. If all that is so, And yet there's more to go, Then... I don't think that he Would be very into such a spree.

The hysterical frenzy of exquisite men Whose quixotic nature Creates such wonderful poison, Such an exquisite problem This predicament we shield our eyes from And interoperate as the faults of others All the while discombobulating ourselves.

Dear Mind, I hope you continue To recall the sound Of waves crashing against the sandy shore. Please, Recall the feeling Of sun hugging your skin, Heating your chilled bone. Please, remember, The laughter of days long past, And the joy Of subtle innocence, That once shined in our eyes. Dear Mind, I know it's hard, But do not forget the emptiness You felt at parting with the waves. Please, Do not be afraid to embrace that Disbelieving sadness That came with a cruel Non-joke. Dear Mind, I love you. Yet I have to put you through the pain, And joy, And warmth, And loneliness, That comes with remembering. Please understand, I have to because

Dear Apple of my Eye, I do not “love” you, Not in the romantic way. Instead I love you, In the purest way possible. Dear Wings that give me Flight, You had at first given me A life worth hoping for, And now you have given me A life worth living for. Dear Heart I beat For, Aren’t you the troublesome one? Yet I adore you nonetheless. Dear Mind I live For, Why don’t you ever give me a break? Well, perhaps because you know I don’t want one. Dear You, Thank you.

If you do the sinking for me, And I do the swimming for you, and vice versa. Than neither one of us will drown.

Hello stranger, regnarts olleH Who are you?uoy era ohW I’m nobody . ydobon m’I You too?oot uoY You go right. I go left. This endless pattern will not stop. You are my friend, You are my enemy, You are the person who is there when I cry. You are the person who tells me I don’t deserve to cry. You will never leave me alone, You will never be there for me. I love you. I hate you. Mirror rorriM Who are you? uoy ma I. ?wonk uoy t’noD

I am afraid, I am fearful, I am quiet, I am meek, I am happy, I am sad, I am angry, But not at you. I am afraid of the heaviness that comes with secrecy. I am fearful of the reaction that comes with truth. I am quiet with this thing held close to my heart and away from my lips. I am meek Because I do not think I am ready No matter the answer. I am quiet My lips closed, locked in a smile. I am happy Because I can say standing next to you is enough. I am sad Because I know that my happiness is a repeated lie. I am angry, But not at you, I am angry with myself, For never parting these forever sealed lips. I am fragile But only because I have

Will you take off your bandanna with me? It’s much less scary going into the truth, With somebody by your side.

But I do not matter, I want to know about you, Who are you? Or rather, What type of person are you? A delusional dreamer? A hopeful renegade? A hardened truth-seeker? Or none of the above?

I want to take off this bandanna, Yet I am fearful to. Perhaps one day I will be able to, Until then I tentatively reach towards this cloth, Inch by inch, Year by year. Slowly exiting this false world of lavish dreams.