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The Man and the MoonHer mouth corners hung themselves
and I began to wonder if that was the death of them.
A simple, quiet death;
without broken fingernails lining the walls
with the stripes of a despairing end.
I began to ache with the questioning in my heart
with the echoes reverberating in my capillaries
of her face scorching sunshine in her smile
right before it crumpled
and nothing was left but a frowning moon
set firm in its resignation to an upcoming eclipse.
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
Overgrown ColorsRed like blood on a rose.
White like bone and stars.
Black like reclusiveness.
Green like dead air.
Orange like the savage instinct.
Purity like a god's heart.
Red like thawing hatred.
White like a frozen, severe cry.
Black like the night's deprived shadows.
Green like the wind in the grass.
Orange like the light in the shadows.
Purity like the sun rising.
So discharging through the moon in a wheeze is like luminous white, dispersed red.
with thanks to frosttwo roads diverged in a soulless dawn
and you pull over,
idling on the shoulder of route 50.
it's a polaroid morning and
the world is as grainy
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
and here you are:
facing a choice between
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
this is what
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.
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
Puppet My tears fall,
My heart beats,
because of the
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.
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
An Ancient ReminderThe decrepit house sits beneathe the cloudy sky...
ancient and crumbling from disuse.
Lone souls, survivors of loss, sometimes come to it.
It serves as a home to them...
a kind of reminder of the world before.
But time passes...
Nothing truly sad to it...
it's just nature at work.
It lies inside a desolate forest...
the trees barely brushing against the decaying roof.
People or anything who see it find it beautiful...
wondering in turn what it looked like in the before times...
They wander through it's empty hallways;
like children in their infinite curiosity.
New surprises lie there, and none are the same.
Love's blindI am happy the way I am!
I am happy to be in love and to have a future
with a woman!
Does it really matter who you love?
Whether it be a hypercute pixie,
or a girl who stayed by you through the tough magic,
or the prince who makes you feel so shy...
They all bring joy to our lives,
like brilliant, shining stars in a pitch black night.
Then are the ones who love them;
The gallant knight with pure intentions,
the magical woman from two vibrant worlds,
and the princess with a gentle heart, and a strong soul.
Man or woman,
love is blind.
I'm happy with who I am!
For my wifeIf I am alone...
or if I have nothing else,
I have my angel.
in her mind, body and soul.
My wife, Joanie Hart.
A beautiful heart;
the body of a Greek god.
The perfect woman.
Why don't we just leave?
Just run and leave this place...
just us together.
Empty worldIn this empty world,
the line between nostalgia and realtiy are blurred...
dripping endlessly like wet paint on a flat surface...
The world is silent and desolate now...
and all concepts we once knew are dead.
The survivors travel through it...
filled with nostalgia of their past...
believing, one day, that precious world would return to them.
As if walking into a fantasy world,
they travel into the lonely landscape.
But every now and then...
like the stabbing of a blade into their hearts,
reality assaults them.
They are alone.
The world is dead...
the people they love are dead.
All that is left to do...
their new purpose in
Earth SilenceThe earth sits in eternal silence,
the land devoid of human life.
The sun shines in the land;
as if giving a new life to the plants below it.
It is dyed shades of bright green and yellow,
yet no one's around to see it.
Despite the tragedy of a species being nearly lost,
the earth seems almost jovial.
Humans harmed the earth so much...
abused and destroyed it for their own gain.
When they were erased from the world...
almost like a judge, the earth allowed only a few to live.
These souls wander alone...
pure of heart and ghostly.
Only these people remain...
their hearts lost in another time.
They take in this lonely world;
Lonely TravellerI wander all alone...
making my way through this empty world.
I am one of the few who lived...
the few who wander with no purpose.
Like a painting whose colors have faded...
so has my meaning in life.
I am surrounded by hulking monuments;
large corpses of once proud, lively buildings
that now decay from nature and disuse.
I search through them all, hoping that maybe...
I'll find who I am.
I was someone once;
a young, naieve to the world and so "connected".
But in almost an instant...
my world... my life... who I was...
shattered like fragile glass.
My world is no londer mine...
though I seem finally at peace...
I am truly al
Please Be OkayArmy girl goes marching off to duty with time and life intertwined; both are limited.
Wolf girl hides in the shadows, only revealing herself the rare moment the sun hits her.
Witch girl keeps herself busy, finding herself caught between love, work, and loss.
Sloth girl moves at a slow pace; but life is passing her by at a rapid speed.
Goat boy goes through life odd and incredible, but his identity is ever changing.
I just want all of you to be okay...
Because it's your lives, and there is nothing I can do
But watch as you go along.
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