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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
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
I willI will love you
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
love didn't matter, but home was with youi.
there's still shadows left of you
even with the
little that remains. i wish
sometimes the light
would stop it's singing long enough
for them to grow,
my heart spends enough
time aching when
just the photographs
show their faces.
you took me
to a wedding once - it was a cold
night, and the
of stars in the sky made
it seem like God's
breath was reaching out
to earth. i don't remember
the names of the two who
indefinitely, anymore, not
when the wind's taken
in it's hold; but i remember crying because
love's just so damn
hard to find, and you
found me instead behind
the rosebushes that
were too stained to be called
me that sometimes
love doesn't matter, and
i (did)n't want to
you asked me once if anything
mattered, a lighter
gracing one hand and a
cigarette lining your
lips. i wasn't
sure back then
and i don't know
if i am now
(but i think i want to say yes).
my body never felt
I've ForgottenWhen she died
I tied a knot in my stomach
so I would remember
but I've been so busy
trying to remember her dying
I forgot how to forget.
how to let go -
and the doctors said
they would cut me open
and snip her out
a blade between the bows
and the pain, would be gone
but I've forgotten
how to let go -
and I still don't want to.
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tendered
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
Diamond TearIn silence
I observe them
Laughing and having fun
While I'm in my corner
I feel out of place
I don't belong here
So I leave
And no one notices
Now I'm out on the street
A dark and silent one
Enjoying the breeze
Lost in my thoughts
Suddenly I hear a sob
And I look around
I see a girl
Sitting on a bench
A single diamond tear
Running down her face
I don't know her
No one else is around
I could just leave
But I can't
So I sit by her side and ask
Without looking her in the eyes
For a moment
And then she takes my hand
And we look
Into each other's eyes
And she whispers
Oxtails (Collab w/ TwilightPoetess)Somewhere between oxen and orchid,
where cattails and foxgloves wilt and weep
at the parting of another fleeing day
and stormed cloud-castles mutiny
against the weight of the rocksalt moon;
somewhere between flightless and fading,
where faery circles and dandelion crowns fall--
somewhere, beneath bark mosaiced with age,
you will siphon the remains of my heart--
churned smooth by false hope’s abuse--
into dehydrated dirt that groans for it.
I will clot the crumbling veins of anthills
with the iron debris that was once us,
until I become orchid or foxglove once more.
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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