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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
He doesn't write poetry anymore.He doesn’t write poetry anymore,
even if he still collects it, reads it, saves it, treasures
faded verses from his wife the way connoisseurs
savor vinyl over metallic rainbows on disc.
I don’t mind not knowing, but I can’t stand not asking.
The record needle hits the groove wrong;
he stumbles over words that aren’t there,
rummaging for an answer he doesn’t really have.
He doesn’t write poetry anymore
and his confusion is strangely endearing.
But there’s a lyricism to his words that I love,
poetic lines inserted between the daily grind
of character names and who said what;
voiceless boys in white a
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
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
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
Pretty little things called words and dustif you weren't a hypocrite,
you'd be wrapped in the sweetest
how to engulf the ocean
with your lungs
and think of how to cup it
in your hands
your broken prayers and
still be beautiful)
dance with the gypsies
(a quake in
your hips like the thrust
and the faultlines
so, so graceful)
sing with the nymphs
it's growing old,
your throat's burning dry
like a monsoon
faltering in a desert,
be nestled in a king's arms
(oh, you precious
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
A Night By the FireNo light,
The light sired by the night
All above whilst the day's delights
Now disappears from mortal sight.
Faded away is the sun's power,
Taking the stage now is night's sallow flower;
Now mortals may behold the stars and falling shower.
Set in a pit Nature's skyscraper ablaze
And revel in the emanating heat as you gaze,
Looking down on occasion when you hear a crack from the fire
And witness "fireflies" flying away from mother's blaze;
Dying shortly after but not lacking burning beauty do they desire!
I look out towards the teasing shore
And meditate as we sit upon her door,
Thinking on what my future has in store;
Who I am now and even
Why meI wanted sleep very badly
I tried my hardest to rest
I closed my eyes and laid there
But sleep didn’t come easy
I would doze off
And wake back up
Why me? When I know I have to be up at 3 AM.
nightmarethe foxes are at your bedside and singing--
songs of boiling thoughts
and broken muscles.
they sneak so quiet, and
you can't quite
DangerousMermaids; they seduce you then hold you under
Vampires; will kiss your lifeblood away
Mages, will turn your own mind against you
While trolls will hunt you down if you stay
Run through the woods, don’t stop for nothing
Monsters wait with jaws opened wide
Ignore that pretty elf, who’s probably plotting something dark
For she will torture you once she’s lured you inside
Orcs; will have a craving for your flesh
While dwarves are just prejudiced against your height
Dragons are very skilled when it comes to fire
While faeries will torment you throughout the night
So run little weakling, don’t stop now
The faery realm has go
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
The HordeBroken shards of glass litter the streets,
fires blazing in the distance
and the demons that live in our frail human shaped husks
come into the light and wreck havoc in these dying lights
and we abandon reason
for we are, we are the horde
and we'll ride into the sun.
We rise from these shadows
to bring hell to them all.
We wonder these streets
as corpses masquerading as people.
We aren't warriors but we fight for our cause
and we are going to fight, despite all the odds
cause we fight, we fight for the horde
and we'll ride, ride into the sun.
We rise from these shadows
bringing hell to them all.
We rampage through the town
In Your EyesYou sit there on your thrones
feeding us some sugar coated words
to bend us to your will
and to follow your actions on a whim
as you throw caution to the wind
with your foolish ignorance
as you ignore the signs.
You demand us to walk the line and pay the price,
a pound of our flesh for your paradise.
You bend the truth until you can't find it,
you twist your lies until you don't mind them,
and yet still expect us to follow your example
and stay blinkered to the world?
But in your eyes
your reign is picture perfect
but to us who live blinkered
the world is slowly burning
or at least it is from what we've been told.
The city lights a killing
Sat there all alone
crying in the dark
picked on from the beginning
bullied from the start.
But they don't even know you
all they see is scars.
They don't see the angels
living in your heart.
It may feel like a losing battle
but there's no need to be ashamed
be proud of who you are.
'Cause they don't even know you
all they see is scars
they don't see the angels
living inside your heart.
Let them find the real you
buried deep within
step out of the shadows
and blind them with your kindness.
Show them the real you
and be proud of who you are
show them the angels
that live inside your heart
show them the real you
and the angels inside your
SanctuaryBroken glass lies upon empty streets
with sirens screaming their pleas
for the end of this torment.
The sanctuary of the mind is all that remains
as the cowards in high places
use the streets to play their games.
These cowards do nothing but smile and give a toast
they brag and boast
as they fool the world with all their lies.
They see us as parasites within the host,
that never ever know that we see the wool pulled over our eyes.
As the next move is played
our mental sanctuary is slowly chipping away,
unable to handle the lack of freedom,
the lack of truly living
as just because you can breathe
doesn't mean you're alive
or that you truly l
Relationships.The warm air fills the room
as another one of our 'arguments' pierce the silence
something along the line of relationships
and how we perceive them to be
"Well" she begins with a blank look upon her face
"I don't believe in monogamy
I honestly believe you can love more than any one person
at any given time.
I don't mean to be seen as how it sounds,
I mean I just don't believe
that you should remain stuck to the same person
when you love more than one."
I roll my eyes an glance casually over to her,
a look of thought upon my face.
"You perceive couples to be as two people owning one another,
no freedom shared between them"
I start, treading
RoadsThey've clipped our wings
not letting us leave our nests
no longer able to escape and fly away
but instead stay at home
where our possessions define who we can and cannot trust
leaving us to live a blindfolded life
forever in the dark
And now we walk down these darkened roads
where blood runs cold
they've clipped our wings
and we're going down
We hoard possessions
as there is nothing else to do
and slowly everything we own
ends up owning us
as the real people in charge
keep releasing their new products onto the world
And keeping us blindfolded
and live life in the dark
And so we walk down these darkened roads
Imminent MenaceThey tell us that we need to be healthy
but we block out the noise
their IV's feed in a steady stream of poison
repressing ourselves into the abyss of the mind
and leaving hollow corpses in its place.
We get told they do this cause we're 'crazy'
but that's just the medical term
for when we want to recover
but we don't want to learn
and yet we 'break' what they've 'fixed' a thousand times
and so the choke us with iodine
We hibernate in our minds
waiting to break free
so that we an finally make a move
and become the 'imminent menace'
that we've always been labelled to be
But something is not right
they stare into our iris'
Mollie's Ribbons I grew up in a small town just a few dozen miles from the closest water sourcea slowly shrinking aquifer that squatted underneath the seat of Thompson County, our neighborly border. Fortunately, we hadn't yet been quite as devastated by our annual droughts as those in Oklahoma and Texas. Rumors would occasionally drift in with a tumbleweed traveler about how bad the deep South had dried up into nothing but an old dusty lake bed, but these flashes of news were too few and too far between to be counted on as up to date or even true.
Once, I heard one of my distant cousins, a boy by the name of Harold, was said to have been caug
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