Erin Prendergast is Awesome

When all the lovers become old,
Those hands you held turn so cold,
What was it you really needed?
What is it you want tonight?

When all the beats your heart beat slow,
When sunshine blinds your eyes with snow,
What was it we really wanted?
What is it I want tonight?

I think I know, I think you know,
I think deep down inside,
I know you feel the way I feel,
I know you feel tonight.

We're sinking...
I'm thinking it's too late
To return to innocence,
To undo what living did.

When all your dreams become a lie,
Those hopes you held tight fade and die,
What was it you really needed?
What is it you want tonight?

When all I have to give is me:
Faithless, broken, incomplete,
Was this what we really wanted?
What is it you need tonight?

I think I know, I think you know,
I think deep down inside,
I know you feel the way I feel,
I know you feel tonight.

We're sinking...
I'm thinking it's too late
To return to innocence,
To undo what living did.

When all I have to give is me...
Can what I am be what you need?

Bottling

"Of course I can keep a secret" Anna raised her eyebrows at Emily across the table.
"You too?" Everet asked her. Anna nodded, suspiciously.
"I think I'm in love with Elisia." The silence, for a moment, hung like a nuclear shock wave.
"You're kidding!" Anna sat there silent, frozen as Emily began her prattle. "You don't, like, know her. And she was drunk. Does that really... "
Anna's head began to fill. Her eyes watered and her breath was short. Her face became red and to visibly swell. So this was the sum of her patience... for him to find someone else. She wanted to scream, to cry, but she couldn't, her eyelids and throat were too swollen. Finally, Anna popped. The fleshy debreis flew across the table. Emily stopped talking. Anna's lips fell with a splat in Everet's plate. "But you said I had such pretty skin!"

I want to plant your soul in a small mound of dirt in the palm of my hand . I would hold it in the light of my window and water it with the sweat of my palm and just watch - just love how it grows. Then sunlight and your soul would warm my body as your roots entangle my fingers, grow up my arm and wrap around my own soul.
Hold my soul, warm it again in the sun.

Freedom by Dickenson

Could I but ride indefinite
As doth the Meadow Bee
And visit only where I liked
And no one visit me

And flirt all day with buttercups
And marry whom I may
And dwell a little everywhere
Or better, run away

With no Police to follow
Or chase Him if He do
Till he should jump Peninsulas
To get away from me-

I said "But just to be a Bee"
Upon a Raft of Air
And row in Nowhere all Day long
And anchor "off the Bar"

What Liberty! So Captives deem
Who tight in Dungeons are.