Alexander Downie Poems
|86.||The Butterfly Collector||2/8/2013|
|88.||Boxing Too Many Shadows||2/8/2013|
|89.||Paint A New Day||2/8/2013|
|90.||Pretty In Pathos||2/8/2013|
|93.||The Last Scottish Wolf||1/26/2012|
|94.||The Brashness Of Youth||1/26/2012|
|95.||Are You Ok?||2/6/2012|
|96.||Black History Month||2/8/2013|
|97.||Today I Strolled With Love||1/26/2012|
|98.||I Still Believe In Love||1/27/2012|
|101.||Truth Or Dare||2/1/2012|
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Truth Or Dare
The truth is I loved you, I dare you to remember
The truth is you hurt me, I dare you to share my pain
The truth is I wanted you back, I dare you to say the same
The truth is you never said sorry, l dare you to try
The truth is I protected you, I dare you to not run away
The truth is you squandered trust cheaply, I dare you to lay the first new stone
The truth is I did insane things, I dare you to stop the insanity
The truth is you lied for nothing that was real, I dare you to face the truth
The King And I
The King and I we sat down, he'd grown oh so tired of wearing his crown.
He threw of his robes, he looked me in the eye, raised his face to the rain and started to cry.
He kicked off shoes from manicured feet, his regal body crumpled like freshly cut wheat.
His jewels scattered around a marble floor, a name written boldly in future folklore.
The goblet was empty as it smashed on a wall, his empire discarded as he started to crawl.
No servants were there to witness his shame, no courtesans