Stephanie N Kjarbaek

Living

Find in another the meaning of one's own being
And see in oneself a treasure of living
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The city's a moving body on fire
A series of those dying alight
Lost to suppressed bastions of desire
Ready to come alive after midnight
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Surrender II

What you couldn't work out in your mind
Eyes are seeing but your brain is blind
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For me, love was a rhapsody
But not for others, it was all
In hell and heaven that it could be
And my love is for him, my love is forever
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You are like the fig tree cursed
Running away to the farlands
So remote there are no signals
With all your open wounds hidden
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You drew the line. You told me it was time to go
Time to move on, to leave the past as a burning
Caravan abandoned across the desert's distance
Pale faces staring underneath a blacken'd sky
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And when your son returns
In a box dead and lifeless
From a land that burns and burns
With the blood of Vietnamese children
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There's a boy who's been on my mind
And he wins everytime
But what can I do, you know?
I love him just the same
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Michelle
by Stephanie Kjaerbaek
Michelle pushed her long auburn hair out of her face. Her dark cobalt blue eyes stared up at the screen above her bed. The television was mountd on the ceiling, and she stretched her head to see the picture. Her contacts were out and she could't find her glasses, so she squinted. The news focused on earthquakes in California and mud slides in Southern British Columbia.
This type of news bored her. She wanted to hear about music and environmental protests. Unable to turn up the volume, she listened attentively and thanked the heavens that she had a private room. Other patients were distracting. Her parents' extensive private insurance got her the best psychiatric, dental, medical, optometric, and podiatric overage.
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