Stand at the Bottom for You

"My Bed Might be at the Bottom of the Sea"

I cannot break open the silence nor still the roaring waves
your drowning body is lost to me in these silent days
you sink alone and don't you know I'd swim right by you
and if we drown together then that'll just have to do
I'm not making this a playtime game in a park for joy and fun
This isn't a way to pass my time until something else comes along
I was standing my ground and sinking my boots in
My battle gear is ready and I'm set to win
But the silence is like an anchor inside of me
and it becomes a wall over which I cannot see
So, let me be your life raft, let me be your saving gem
Let me the the one who shows you how to make an island
For all those days of troubled waves and your failing aching limbs
I will be the one there beside you or I'll be the one who tries to swim
I know times are troubling, I know we're failing now it seems
yet, deep inside I made a vow to stay no matter the state of things
So, if I drown I drown with you
I will make my bed in a sea of blue
and if I manage to make you an island here
then have no fear, have no fear
Because I'm always here...
I said I would be

9/26/11
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"Standing"

You were standing
that is all I saw
no pretending
yet the feeling raw
burned me inside out
and made a hole
for you to sink into
You were guarding
you were standing tall
not relenting
and you did not fall
I'm wishing I could explain
the emotions there
that mean so much now
so much now
You were standing
with shoulders strong
and I'm not lying
and I'm not wrong
you were stalwart
you were true
you were steady
you were you

9/26/11

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"For You"

to taste you, I would inhale death
to hold you, I would embrace fire
to lay beside you every night I would face the greatest woes
and to cease your troubled dreams I'd chew on razors
if this is not enough from me
then I do not know what more I can do
for you

9/27/11

Playing Prepared Us for Love

Leapfrog
over and over and over
like children in puddles
who stomp
and silly like
cotton candy and rhyming
and jump rope
and tic-tac-toe
it's fever and frolic
and hiding with seeking
and jogging around
for a romp
tisking and tasking
and red rover asking
it's like childhood on repeat
and tag in the woods
it's playful and silly
and thrown in the grass
hopscotch
and marbles and sandbox love
it's marshmellows roasting
and water balloons
it's tickle fights
and sleepovers
and tug-o-war
like campfire songs
and birthday cakes
it's magic in sugary treats
sandcastles
and mountains made out of mud
it's kites, and bikes, and swings
like childhood on repeat
and lessons we learned
that's what prepares us for love
the silly, the summers, the days after school
the playgrounds and backyards
and breaking of rules
it's like snowballs and children
who leap off of slides
and tackle each other in wildflowers
we were all playing at love
and learning joy


By Elizabeth Azpurua 3/26/10