Chris Haifley

I am queen of the acrylics
Master of plaster
Voyager of vintage.
I live to command pens
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First it's the smell of the damp ground,
Of the woods and the brush,
And the waning light.
Fright sparks, a flame in the foliage,
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'Candy, candy, ' the innocents scream
I know what it tastes like; it’s not what it seems
These sweets will draw you in and slit your throat
For this candy you’re eating is filled with dope
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My Body Is A Cage
Just there to hold the true Me,
I do my best to portray it,
But nothing could compare.
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Trapped in a tarnished city of gold,
The glory gone with the years,
We need to find something else to hold,
Besides the bitter sting of our own tears.
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Such a need to control the lights,
In this quiet hour of anticipation,
Strong emotions called upon in a time of tranquility are the only ones that can be caught...
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The first idea falls like a star,
White as paper and bright as the sun,
The images start flowing, dark as night,
But pure as our passion and love for life.
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Swimming, floating, drifting,
Through and through my mind, the air,
Rising, falling, never ever stopping,
Magnified magnificent in the night.
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Remember the day, when the sun shone bright,
When the rain was pure,
And you could walk in the street at night?
Remember the days when we had so much trust,
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Never did I would think things would get so bad
One bad situation after the other—call me queen of WPWT
Call me under aged and hormone enraged
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Here we go again, the insecurity delving deep into her throat
As the shame comes pouring out
And the tears, mental tears stream down her face
This day’s emolument paid for the Life
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The absence is stinging
Waiting for the low rumble of hope
Not knowing if you’re here, where you are (Can you see me? Hear me?) , if you’re there
The nights that used to plague you are becoming a dear friend
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Drag me to your hell, I won’t mind, sometimes we all need a good shock
You think it’s for the best of me, of you, of us
But I don’t want to go without you, watching you suffer is just too much
My love, life without you is hell! There is nothing that can compare to losing you
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It starts with a line and ends with relief
From these hips I realize there is nothing to reap
The blood once used to numb has finally turned black
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Back to my Safe Place in less than seven days
My body still aches, though the night is still a haze
Once the Devil left, back came the nice man
The Monster He commanded turned back to a van
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If love made flowers grow, what would you raise for me?
A field full of Dandelions, weeds, only to be blown away with the wind?
That’s fine with me darling,
Even Dandelions were full of life at one point.
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Hiding away, illuminated by a single light
An artificial, piercing light
That brings everything good, bad, and interesting into my view
But also foreshadows turmoil.
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Only with distance keeping us apart,
I carried you everywhere I went.
Everywhere.
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Forced back to life, the sterile light envelops him,
Not the blue light he hoped for, nor the gray he expected,
But a light burning bright with the intensity of Life,
Brutal enough to see to the bone.
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