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the scars on your shouldersthe scars on your shoulders
are braille to me, so that i
can read your skin, so that i
can know you better.
i like to listen to your heartbeat
and how it resounds differently
from mine, just so beautifully
like two songs played in tandem
to harmonise in rounds;
i like to hold your hands
and rub your back
so that maybe my love
can find its way through your pores
and seep into your blood
(never can i find the right words
to tell you just the way you feel to me)
and to think that and how i nearly missed you
makes me miss you more
every minute and mile we spend
i can't sleep with another body
in my bed,
but sleeping without you
PocketLeftover religion in the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
A key that unlocks nothing
A penny, a scrap of paper
With half of your name
Written in black ink
A song that is usually in my head
In the shriveled carcass
Of a long-dead dream
In the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
With the lint
we are not a fairytalewe are not a fairytale.
I am not the strong lead with a heart of fire,
bones of steel, and eyes of vapid curiosity;
motivation seeping through
my every last intended action because
I was written this way
(the heroine falls only to rise again:
proverbial phoenix, burning out
because it is the cycle of my
life) and you, you are not
the beautiful travesty, perfectly composed
to strike me where I’m weak and
[almost]human, delicately woven
like the tapestry of my dismantling—
a subtle irony where somewhere, a writer
chuckles softly, understanding
we are blinder than church mice, born
in a makeshift world of darkness where
Onceyour beauty lies restless behind those
hills, where you fought valiantly. and
the man you once were was brave and kind,
but now you are possessed by a passenger
of darkness, whispering words of your
the man you once were is forgotten, and
the man you are today, is only a ghost, a
shadow, of what you were before.
SurelyIt was raining
when we kissed for the first time,
for the last time.
sunk into the shrunken space
between our bodies
and divided us
like nothing could before,
like everything will
until that never again
when we will
see each other once more,
Your eyes were
that bewitching shade
of dull brown blue
with all of the light darkness
in a placid pond
around a pupil
overflowing with vacancy,
and my frowning smile.
The winter heat
fell like a rising tide
for our every breath
was another death
so black and full of life --
embracing our boiled ice skin
as we drew apart,
came together and broke free
Condemnedbeneath the beaten earth they lay,
their dreams condemned to ashes,
and our restless bodies stretch,
for forgiveness, for direction –
survivors of the abyss,
amidst wide-eye, silent soldiers –
so many dead, so many maimed,
how many graves are we standing on, today?
Life, Death And A Pork Chop SandwichAll tangled up, hard to breathe
This steel cloud day that swirls
With heat and pounding hammers
I shake in my boots and cough up
Blood, rust and damaged flesh
Waiting for the second coming
Maybe next time around there'll be
Some chance for more than this
A twisted barbed wire halo
Wrapped tight around my skull
Blinding white light aura
Swarming with flies I'm flying
To pieces, thousands of shards
Cannot be brought back together
But I will remember the summer
Of my first Chevrolet in each bit
Gleaming bits of glass in the desert
Each reflecting a different moment
Still, now, enduring until the waves
Of a new ocean sweep them away
FossilizedLiving proof of fossils alive,
and no horseshoe-crab am I.
Nor, inhabitable harsh compression of plates,
residing under humid marsh-scapes.
I mold into the walls, as chalky old coal.
But I am no mineral, no era.
I am not, Mesozoic.
Through the ages
silver, gold and heroic.
I remain a still-life; and no Iduna's apples would retain my youth
No magic fountains, or time devices, or wrist watches.
I am the machine of time.
The watcher, omnipotent, the wise.
no God am I
Somewhere, sweet tangy sap trolleys down cracked bark.
Somewhere, celestial bodies erupt unseen.
Somewhere, a abrupt breeze blows overturned bi-cycle tire
A sister is like a soul mate;
Someone who is always there
to guide me through fate.
A sister is,
a part of childhood that I cannot erase;
A sister like you,
is one that I would never replace
because you always know how to
put a smile on my face.
I know I can depend on you
to always be there for me;
This is one hundred percent guaranteed!
I've had great memories with you
in the past;
and I hope there are many more
in the future.
Puppet My tears fall,
My heart beats,
because of the
bookworm“there is no such thing
as reading too much.”
that is what I tell you
when you insist
that there is some danger of
becoming lost in the stuff—
mistaking seriphs for serpents,
swallowing a story so whole
that its hook
sticks in my throat.
“there is no such thing
as reading too much”
I tell you, boldfaced,
surrounded by snakes
with a line through my lip.
There’s a knife turnin in my soft parts
And heat burnin my mind on hard starts
The motors runnin but I lost the wheel
Just want it to be numb don’t wanna feel
Take two steps back and put it in park
Before I leave scarred up black marks
I need a u-turn on this highway
But can’t go back on the by-way
So look ahead, the pavement goes on
Break the rear-view mirror it’s gone
Put it in drive
And say goodbye
Let’s see how fast this bitch can fly
nightmarethe foxes are at your bedside and singing--
songs of boiling thoughts
and broken muscles.
they sneak so quiet, and
you can't quite
Lost In ConfusionMy mind is spinning without a rest
emotions whirl and twirl around
A merry-go-round gaining speed
Until the world blurrs before my eyes
What's happening? What's going on?
The simplest thought slips away
Right from my mind, fading so fast
Trying to focus, I stare and stare
Until my eyes are heavy and unclear.
I don't understand, what is going on...
Emotions rise and fall again
Within the blink of an eye
I'm crying, laughing, and depressed
A rollercoaster ride that never ends
Am I losing my mind in this ?
I try to close my eyes and rest
But the world spins me around
I feel like I am failing this test
Voices and noisies echo in my min
Here and There, Now and ThenBurnt umber dawn, swaying electric trees
Thousands of souls chant in the summer wind
Journals of the dead are read by schoolchildren
They awake shaking someone else's dreams from their heads
Static electricity on the nape of your neck
In the television, on your phone, in your dinner
The calling of a murder of crows from the trees
You remember the view from the hospital room window
A smorgasbord of life and limb, death and decay
The antiseptic smell has an undercoating of rot and dirt
Talismans won't work any more than prayers and candles
Soldiers still fight lost wars, glory in the faded night
Tall fences are built to keep the worlds separ
Rough PatchIt's been several even or odd months.
There's snow on the ground now,
and your hair is in your face.
Time is going too fast.
I can't live at this pace.
I felt relief when your air
graced my lips and rushed
in, but when you started the
bad habit of sighing, you started
depriving me of my oxygen.
I wouldn't feel any pain,
biting through my lip while
calling out your name, but
here's the thing, I buried you
down deep inside, and yet, in
my head, the memories of you
still rise. Before you fell through
the clutches of him and her, you
were mine, and time is going too
fast, too fast for my pace.
I remember the times I brushed your ha
The MorriganOf all the things left in my bed,
the majority are half-filled journals
and books unread. I live in a chaotic
kingdom ruled by unfulfilled dreams.
I just want to forget
the date I was born,
and even my own name.
I want to escape myself for a day.
Alice fell down the rabbit hole,
but did that mean she wanted
to lose herself in the maze?
I can make puddles
deeper than they seem,
and this is adequate proof
to why you never trusted me.
Balance and composure are
two things foreign to me,
remember when I had that
panic attack down on Third Street?
Lie to me,
it's the only thing I can't change,
the only thing that'll repeat
The Fall of IdealsBeauty
All part of the human machine.
What ever happened to the American dream?
A time of false profiteering,
and an aid to the destructive delirium,
who ever believed the only thing to fear
is fear itself, anyway?
This is not worth losing sleep.
We began as giants but now
we stand as nothing but crumbling stones.
Tired of the blatant shine of pride,
when will bar codes be carved down our spines?
My shouts resonate silently of:
Is it our time? oh,
Is this our time?
I open my eyes to an age of falling down.
Sempiternal AddictionI tried to rise a phoenix up from the ashes,
but all I gathered were my burnt up matches.
I see the world through sick green eyes,
and I'm ready to die, oh, believe me,
I'm ready to die.
I'm becoming your despised icon,
for it is I who you despise.
Never forgetting all of the faith I've found,
whether I'm buried, or if I drown.
I can't forget the colour of your hair,
now bright, but it used to be brown.
And long story short, I
slept on the floor because I didn't
want to smell you on my sheets,
and long story short, maybe I just
won't sleep because I still see you
in my dreams.
I heard on the radio onc
with all of my might,
that I won't hear her crying tonight.
I remember how the hospitals
bled you dry
and I used to care
when all those times you wished you could die.
There's an empty ashtray on my bedside
because I never really got used to smoking,
and my chest is empty because I never really
got used to loving you, or is love always supposed
to feel brand new?
You were miles away,
such a journey away,
as it started to rain,
and I thought I heard your name,
but it was just the spatter of the drops,
as they waged their war against my rooftop.
I pray you don't know how this feels.
Sweet Reverence and PlaguesAs the black clouds
and white sand waged their war,
all the wind could do was whisper for an end.
The wind's voice was like a gospel in the air,
but the rain came down,
the rain came down.
The wind threw a stone at the clouds,
but the whole sky fell.
The ground was solid in it's standing,
but the sand,
it burned as the chilling rain hit hard,
washed into the merciless ocean,
the sand was scattered away,
every single grain and shard.
The wind galed up in all it's force,
came up upon the clouds,
And pleaded for them to change their course.
A chorus of laughter errupted from the clouds
as lightning and thunder shook the air,
"Why should the
JoyceHaving kicked the man in the balls and relieved him of his belongings, Joyce wasn't quite sure what to do next. She could run, but he might come after her the next minute. If she tied him up here, in the middle of nowhere, he might be eaten by wolves; or starve to death. Besides, she didn't have any rope. She could kill him... perhaps. The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth.
'What am I to do with you?' she sighed.
'Well,' he groaned while giving her a look that sent shivers down her spine, 'You can run, but that won't help you, cause I will find you! So you just wait another few minutes until I get back up again - and I mean úp- and t
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