Untouchedquestion marks rest on his parted lips in eternal curiosity -unconditional love's open-mouthed kiss;flower petal cheeks and poster child eyes for the hopeful -I pray he never sees the world for what it is.
My Invisible LifeMy Invisible LifeChest piercingPulse boundingBarely breathingI'm prayingOn the surface of anxietyI'm weepingGetting used to this melancholy-They said...They said...They said...They'd always be here to helpBut instead...But instead...But instead...I've always only had myselfI regret...I regret...I regret...Opening the gates to this hellIt spreads...It spreads...It spreads...And the screams are revealedTears shed...Tears shed...Tears shed...I let my sorrow and resolve meld-Sight fadingBody numbingEmotions witheringMy desires are overtakenI know this isn't rightBut my lies weren't convincingSo this wi
whiskey cityback achescollar breaks.people beg & lovers takepower-hungrysittin pretty,cherrycoatedwhiskey city.quiet crooks spattered brooks.broken rooks,rotting books.sourmouthed &sittin pretty,lemonthroatedwhiskey city.sleepers cried,keepers tied.daylight-leapersbreak their stridefor nothin more thansomeone's pitypoison-notedwhiskey city.take a map,buy a key,money spent won'trent you free.whisker-gloatedmen are witty:women risk thewhiskey city
My six-word-stories"A lot is said... none meant...""Love and logic truly don't rhyme...""Who said you ever knew me...?...but you did, didn't you? Why?""Writers paint pictures that painters cant""Do raindrops, departed, ever meet again?""I lived till you loved me""Alas, you are my darkness redefined"
My Truth"My life tells of lies,tales of vows and torn ties.Of stories having names; blank pages filling frames"
Melancholic TendenciesAs she danced away to the fine symphonyShe felt nothing but an enchanting ecstasyHer connective rhythm, her fire breath majesty A deified sight for the broken heart to seeAs she held her stride and moved to and froHer heart filled with joy, her mind free of woeHer grace as she laughed; her happiness so pristineHer being held sway, no words could defineShe moved and moved, her smile more pureAs she danced in the darkness, a divine allureAs the circle drew near, she made a cheerful sound,An operatic discourse, vibrations spreading roundAs she danced and sang, the court was rebornAs ghosts danced to the music, of a satisfied v
RainbowCascading colors flood my view.A veritable rainbow of lightRefracted from water droplets.Prisms of awesome shine everywhere,Bringing a subtle joy to my jaded heart.The torrent of tears is over,And all that remains are the rainbowsLaughing at their medium.
The StreamIt's a place aloneNot a lonely placeWith a softly whispering stream.A basswood tree by the sideAnd a sea of ferns Sway in a shared dream.There's a pool on the edgeWhere the tadpoles swimOblivious to the moon,And a nest in the treePadded with downThat the birds will finish soon.The still is brokenOnly by the boughsStirring in a gentle breezeAnd the tiny fishIn the clear waterSwim upstream with ease.There's a leaf,Now only veins It's a delicate laceBy the whispering streamIs a place aloneAnd not a lonely place.
MYL: MomShe had hands of a healer,Smile of Angel,Voice of a mother,Caressed like a happy one,Touched with softness,Never damned me,Never hated me,Loved me completely,Loved me with all,Gave me this life,I remember things she'd never have,I'd never have let her down,She was always there,She's always there,Rest In Peace I miss you,Her heart was so gentle,I miss her so much,Grew up without her,Age six she was taken,Put in the ground,I never damage her memories,I miss her voice,Can't you believe?Would she be proud of me?I always wonder,If she would be,I have done what I had to,Tears still stream down m
(She) Wears the Mask (A Parody)She wears the mask that's green and why: (Exfoliates cheeks and avoid the eyes) She'd pay a beautician- while I share a beer with a mate named Kyle; As we scratch our genitals unsubtly.Why in the world didn't she check the price; Doesn't her natural beauty suffice? Nope,"I can only see you (she said in a rile) After I've worn the mask."I had smiled, but Jesus H. Christ; guys Don't need to get a loan or a pay rise- To afford to have their nails filed (Or to have smoother thighs than a child) -But I'll give her credit because she tries (But I still carry a flask).=======================
Living the Everyday Haiku1climbing the first verticalit comes to—a snail on my shoe2leaves falling everywhereI look, how easy it isto let them go3I marvel at everyrose bush petalholding fast in the wind4seed packets in a drawer...dormant dreams of an herbal gardencome spring5sharp-edged cloudscutting the moon in halfbut not the piercing wind6still in bed—winter scrubbing the remainsof autumn from the trees7 (seen on local news today)king tides—waves scattering cliff side spectators with sea foam and awe8how cold the night—no sound of cricket or birdyet his breath in slumber9late morningpulling
One more chance"I’d reach your soul andclasp it through those eyes if they'djust open again"
FallingI took a minute to look at the places we collide;I counted back the seconds to the beginning of time.That first breath, when you were in my lungs,Our words stayed on our tongues.I wanted so much, but to wonder;I laid under these same stars with others.The words have all been the same,And their meaning was lost on the stage,Where we acted out that last scene;I fell for it and you fell for me.I had a moment to keep just in case we collide;I could wind back the seconds to the beginning of time.That first kiss, when you were on my lips,Our hearts never beat quite like this.I needed so much, but to wander;I've sung these same songs
DeathbedCracking voiceSeeping lies so dullLike rusted barbed-wire bleedsUntruthful in herOwn deathbed
Angel MeatEvangelical tears cloud grief lidded eyes,Dripping from lashes, safety pin silver,Bursting, like overripe fruit on wet concrete,Running, like a wounded sparrow with broken wings.Through the cracks and furrows of her battle scars,That are etched, a fractured story in celestial flesh,It mingles as it stains, her dark white feathers, red,With her own, amaranthine blood.Amongst sable tresses, the lilies bloom,And dove grey lips croon Ophelia's tune,'Neath a celestial inferno, we gather in peace,To feast upon fresh angel meat.
I Wish You Needed Me...Full title: "I Wish You Needed Me Like I Need You"Oh, I wont pretend to know what you're thinking,Maybe you're drowning in the same waters as me.But I hate that I can't feel you thrashing there;At least before, we were floating on the same sea.And yes, I knew our days may have been numbered,But zealous hearts tend to ignore logical thought.So I fell for you harder than the Trojans fell for that horse,And you slipped past my walls before I even fought.Now, my heart is hiding behind a brand new set of bricks,But I left a key in a place that only you would know.And I hope that I'm the first place you'll come knocking,If y
Ignorance is BlissMost importantly, I knew better;I knew better than to let him take me.This lesson broke me long ago -Years of being tied in a knot and numb,He woke me up.And when my heart started beating like a real girls,When color returned to my face,When the rain made me smile,When I suddenly knew what I was missing all along,I let him take me.And I told myself this time, it was right;He was what I was always missing,And he was exactly what I never knew I needed.Most importantly, I knew better;I knew better than to let myself fall in love.This lesson built me a wall long ago -Years of being detached and apathetic,He shook
Time-BombIt's an ever-burning fire,So unquenchable to me;And with every word that's spoken,Embers spark and crack with glee.Like the harshest words said softly,I just can't imagine howYou can be so condescendingAnd yet still live with yourself.It's an all-engulfing furnace,So insatiable to me;And with every glare that's given,Coals burn bright and ever deep.Like the darkest secrets hidden,I just can't seem to containAll this hate that burns within me,All my sick and twisted pain.It's an ever-raging fury,Inexorable to me;And with each second that passes,Flames are begging to be freed. Like disaster without warnin
My Bright is Too SlightMy passion runs through me, it pulls and it begsFor more of my consciousness, more of my days.A fire inside me that singes my thoughts -It burns up my everything, leaves me distraught.It's too much emotion, unheard and displaced,Leaving scars on my heart, leaving hearts in my wake.For I love with the sun, but the sun has to set,And the moon will still take all the light it can get.So protection comes fiercely, a furious storm;My passion is hatred, a much darker form.Be it hatred or love, be it darkness or light,It is passion that owns me, and passion I fight.It leaves me exhausted, heart racing, mind weak,Eyes dry wi
I'm an Addict to ApathyI drank in desperation to drown loneliness,But all I found at the bottom of that bottle was sin.It tasted so sweet, but it burned me;It was a numbing pain that I welcomed in.I took a hit of apathy to hide brokenness;I let it weave it's way into my bed.I closed my eyes so tight and felt nothing,And ignored the fact that I had lost my head.I shot up all the emptiness I could muster;I told myself that it was for the best.And God knows, I'm the most convincing liar;I kept the lie and threw away the rest.I knew the poison would soon come to own me,But truth can't do a thing when you can't feel -The pain, the joy, or eve
This HumanityEmpty Orchestra,A symphony collision-this humanity.
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