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CinemaMy memories play to the soundtrack of my soft breathing,
Fading in to only pivotal moments;
I hold the air in my lungs so they last longer.
You never had a problem falling asleep,
But it never stopped me from
Lulling you into the deep subconscious.
I would protect your dreams
Feel your chest expand and collapse against my own,
Play with your hair and press my lips against your skull.
The nights too long, but our time too short.
I hummed my soul to you.
I won't cloud the memories with smoke.
I won't drown myself to the deep subconscious.
And right here,
In my head,
We still sit on opposite sides of a couch,
Hesitating to express our strategies and desires to lean a little closer.
Pause, hold, cease;
I can see your pretty eyes and
We don't have to replay a drawn out tragic love affair.
We stay right where we already are now.
Just friends, but with less wear and tear.
Keep It TogetherShe had a breakdown in the bathroom again.
Her hands clenched the sides of the sink, knees trembling as her body slid down slowly. Her chest heaved with exhaustion, mouth gasping for more air; eyes glimmering with fresh tears.
There is no explanation.
Her husband sat in their children's bedroom, reading the same short story for the fifth time that night. Their daughter already fell asleep on the other side of the room. She knew her son kept looking at the sticker stars she put on the walls. The nightlight spun tiny circles like planets orbiting the room. He loved everything about outer space.
Yes, think about him. Think about your children. Think about the man you love who is caring for them right now.
The fear of facing him after the mental meltdown stopped any breathing she gained control of earlier. The best she could do was to breathe as normally as her lungs would let her. Ah, but the part which hindered this involuntary action was her throat. The choking, tensing, squeezin
Death's BrideMother Mercy
Have pity on me
Her bones are charred
Teeth still shining
Eyes glimmer with
The hint of shadows
Playing hide and seek.
The ballad of
And its lover
He hair is ink
Sticking to skin
Buring like acid
Dirt caked beneathe
Clawing at the sides
Of empty space.
She casts stones
Lunch and supper.
Her arms thrash
Precise a decision.
It boils down
Into a fog of
And instant lust.
Charcoal embeds itself in
His fingerprints as
Her face to
Rain provides water
For clean brushes
She twirls the future
Inking the world a
New window into a
He draws her eyes
Dark and wise
Face covered, but
No emotions are hidden.
You know nothing,
but we wish you did.
Love and hate:
Inspirators and benefactors
Are you throwing
To pull in answers?
Dance to the MusicSyncopation :
Find the rhythm, find the beat; find the complacency of notes, grouping together for a dance party: jumping up and down-between the lines and going right through those bars-sliding and tap dancing slowing yet quickly.
Give me tempo, give me time; give me how many beats you want in a measure or would you like me to play at my own leisure and serenade your soul?
Waltz, waltz, waltz...now cha cha. Bust a move or stand completely still, merely letting only the tip of your right shoe tap. Contort your body in jagged moves or let it sway and spin. Flail and wobble as the groove floats you away from all else.
The CheaterSink into your shadows, sinner
Breaking the vows you lied to keep
Spit at the face you kissed
With your venomous lips
Roll in the dirt you can call a home
And contort your limbs to a dance
In tempo to Death's march
You conniving fool.
I wish to burn you from every memory
To retain my happiness longer
Yet if not for your entrance
I would not know pain
From what I should avoid
the truth about growing up
1. It's easier when you don't think.
1. It starts early,
on a cloudy day when you recall
the 'childhood memories' of
two summers ago,
that's when you start your backslide into
2. On the bright side
you won't notice this until you're
good and ripe in age,
so maybe it doesn't matter
3. That tightness in your chest?
The feeling that you're not ready
to take on the rest of your life; it
4. It stews in the pit of your stomach
makes you doubt,
but there will be days when you look back
on the mountains you climbed -
the raging rivers you crossed -
and you'll have a sneaking suspicion you were
more prepared than you thought.
5. There's nothing like your own bed.
6. Laundry will never smell right
without mom's sweat and tears.
But you still have to separate lights from darks,
keep the zippers pulled tight
and the buttons unhooked.
7. There is comfort in your parents' presence.
8. Things change
the future gnaws and rips
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
Darkest MoonI celebrate my right to live;
To the dismay of some, perhaps
It should be noted
These words I write, however true
Are only portions of the moon
I’ve decide to shine light upon.
But who am I to preach respect?
Who Am I to preach equality?
An advocate for re-personification
Of the female gender
But exhibits cannibalistic characteristics
Within dark spaces.
I am a shadow
Hidden within an Eggshell, painted pink,
Waiting to hatch.
Is the darkness
The night brought upon us.
CarolineYou loved the fire
of rogues -
imperfect men who shot up
the endings of the day
and drank down
too much beauty.
And like one of them,
you bellied with rebellion,
felt his tense seed
toil where women
and craved his notoriety.
Poor girl -
his verses won the day
and the call of words
was too fickle a lover
for any constant star.
Don't blame yourself -
are more attractive
and all poets are
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be one of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
You Were Born Missing SomethingYour skin is glazed with crystals of frost
and your heart's valves are close to
freezing shut tight
from being devoid of something
Though I am torrents of hail, whirling storms,
warm tears streaking,and tornadoes of rage
that flow uncontrollably through my veins
and out of my mouth,
every breath near you is warm
because your words are so cold
I am a natural disaster at its finest
with bones twisted in painful angles
and a crooked spine
you were born spineless
Is used not only
But also to destroy.
Your skyscrapers can
Fall into a pile of
Bombs and Bullets.
Are you holding the
Gun to my head
To protect others
Or only yourself?
Are painful opinions
Of people deciding justice
On those claiming innocence
Or those tainted by
Having no right
To their own thoughts.
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