Am looking for challenges for the hitRECord Challenge Collaboration. 

The only thing that I cannot/will not do for the safety of others within a mile radius - is do anything musically.

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On days like this,
when the first snow falls like torn lace
and the sun is 
barely 
a whisper of warmth 
above the clouds,

I hear the call of forfeit possibilities
and
count the ways
I wish that I had loved you better;
longing for another lost love
with whom I could have made
all my
mistakes.

The stage has him

Mephistopheles

and him

Christopher Marlowe

dialoguing together

a play within a play

I am Mephistopheles' lover

or was

we carry on lewd act between acts

it is an intermission affair and never a matinee

too bad Marlowe is gay

I can stand no more

I stagger out to Cafe Figaro

where the waiter there looks like a sensuous Christ

but no

he's a Swedish sculptor believing he's the anarchist artist

being that Mephistopheles is no longer here

being that it is months later

I sit in the living room of the artist who winks

while he defecates on my autumn frock

I thought he liked me

but no

I can stand no more

I stagger out the the range of degradation

and find myself alone

and find myself with my lady

as she in all loveliness interviews the ducks

Walked miles to find a phone...

To arrive only feet from where you are...

If my thoughts were kisses, our lips would be chapped.

We waited, wondered and made bets.  The city to be sacked by children dressed as men, and men leading these children - dreaming of lasting glory.

It remains a night to recall, and a night to forget. 

The vehicles lined up, the machineguns ready to erupt, the white phosphorus burned so brightly.  The sound of music on the speakers, the artillery matching the heart beats. 

It’s a night to remember, and a night not yet forgotten.  

Your lips are my apocalypse. 

She took her time and everyone else's.

I Remember your kiss in front of the school. why is everything else gone? the only good memories are being eaten because i cant even remember anything but the few moments. my love stolen by a kiss. a bold statement. a clinging moment. instantly bonded, but where are you? What happened that made your family move so quickly? why is this the deepest pain in my heart? Just because I cant find you, i am to blame for tearing hope? i lay among the forgotten of those in my childhood, do you remember the kiss?? I am sure i would only hurt you with what i have become. a monster walking amonst the "men" that made me what I am. I dont want to bring aobut the hell they crave so dear, instead just show love and desire for one thing more than themselves. I am no one special, i am just a fool. was it a consequence of a sick joke someone said "you'll forget him anyway" come to reality? do I have to prove my worth to live among the kings? everyone jokes of foolish rule and dancing in the breeze. I dont want to be a leader, i just dont want to dance inside the flame, but to feel and move around, I hear your song the balance slowly returns. maybe i just hear my own thoughts. and I am just a fool. no one cares about this story. maybe they shouldn't anyway. it keeps getting rewritten, and changed as we blink each second that goes by.

i've felt unwelcome, i've felt unwanted wherever i may roam. then a past that drags and i refuse to burn, bridges unmade can be mended people know forever is too long. Can we end a story? will we end a dream if two hands folded together are walking in the sunset? or maybe even a realistic answer? did you find love? everyone else gets to be happy, but a little boy watches a memory fade of when a kiss was given and shook him as a ripple across time.

 if there is no fate, or destiny, if the one holding the blanket with the holes doesn't open it soon, everyone looses their hope, is it just a story? is it more? if i am just a fool it is written in the stars, and if i am supposed to be embarassed you can see my shame almost all winter. Maybe i should fly away, and leave it all behind, but love holds me here with responsibilities I hold dear.

 however in reality, I guess that 20 something years is too long for some people to remember. 

 its ok, it was probably done as a dare anyway... or worse, it just turns into a nightmare.

(for context, i am speaking to a person from a childhood memory. maybe she will see this, maybe she wont.) 

She said she wished this hug would last forever so he took a photo. 

He ripped the heart from my chest

and slapped it in his own-

so now I follow him

trying to steal it back.