Rylan Ollivier

The monster was chasing me, deep within the forest
With the sound of Haitian drum corps pounding all around us.
The snarnling teeth were dipped in plaque, stained with hues of yellow
With several miles i'd run so far, my legs felt like jello
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The snowman is silent, without a whisper
The smile on his face o' so sinister
His legs dangle so careless and free
A branch in the wind, a fish in the sea
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Are you, who I call beauty, still there?
Still standing outside the door, your hand on the wall,
Waiting for me while I waited for you?
Sitting down, I admit, not pacing the room
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What is it about a name? Why are they standing
next to me at its utterance?
Such a heavy heart would that syllable bring and
Such a light mind incur.
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If i must live as a distant stranger to you,
All i ask is that you let down your hair,
Expose your beauty to the world,
To illuminate that dark corner, and provide warmth to many.
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Interested in hope as a dream-to-be?
Welcome such beauty and soon you'll see.
Surely the room isn't black when it's night,
Nor welcome is death to a young man's plight.
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We made love without feeling,
Touching each other without seeing,
Without hearing we breathed too,
Holding each other and not knowing who.
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