Douglas Rodas / EMP0

asking for my every breathing detail.I, like some god who beckons sweet

wishes from the sky Strike lightning, whilst I stroke the

thunderous lips of the far away planets

that hide in the corners of the universe

so far you could never reach them.So far, that sometimes i am not sure

they are even there.Darker still they laugh in clouds of

candy kisses and make you smile, bigger grins of

infamous joy until you are a slither of cheese.Since when was I made from anything

but myself? Was it you that did that to me?

Why did you tell them that? You hold my back whilst I light

streets strutting on shoes as tall as s scrapers

So long as they are taller than yours I think.

I am frightful that when you - the sun, hide behind this heavy rainfall

I might not shine anymore with out you I may be no more than a

reflection of dollar signs and bleach brave

arrogance beside the stars,

the people might not see me so well.You ask me: do I want that?

I need you. Thats what you say.But you want me because I am free

You need me becauseI am more than you

I am something you can not understand bewilder at my eyes

and wander around my feet asking What happens inside my mind.with out you I may be darkerI may feel heavy in the day

I may not shine out of the papers and glisten like a pop preen princess

of the galaxy I may be further from this world I may not stand brighter than any other in the darkness of the skies

But I will still be here And I will be free.

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I live in a portrait of my own I sing in the mornings, and at night and sometimes in the day, and in my

sleep, and while I shower, when I’m sad, and

tears are all I have inside my soul.

You called for meYou saw dreaming in my eyes You all said I was the one. The one that they would want

forever.The one, you all would want. the one who could be best. I didn’t need the best,

perhaps just a little better than the rest

maybe thats why I have always felt alone.

Just a little.Stars hang around my shoulders.

sometimes they feel heavythey tell me they are cold and sometimes I whisper to them

that I am sad.Even when I am full floating in the

clearest of the skies the world can only see half of who I

am. and half of who I am supposed to beThe rest of the world has always

looked so far away.Craters plucked through my wholesome

body, eat out my middle But I am not to be eaten I am not to be enjoyed

I am to be loved. But not by everyone Just by someone

is it so wrong to crave the hearts of others?

is it wrong to want the worship of their hands.

Sometimes I am crescent, just for them

I know they like it so. I can see the reflection of myself in

their eyesas they glare at me through telescopic looking glasses.awaiting my every flinch