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Blank and Emptythe thought of death is overwhelming
almost chokes me in my wake
sweating, tired and bloody
I think about blood pulsing slowly out of my veins
onto the white bathroom floor
what would the thoughts be when they found me?
These thoughts pour over my brain and
slowly swirl to the bottom
the process is consuming and almost
hacks away at the life of me
death - the only thing certain we know
and the only thing we know
yet here I sit still in an desolate house
with no name
Rudeif you think about a lifetime
it is shorter than you know
yet we spend our time with
worry tacked to our shoulders
for no reason at all
if you think love or money will save you from
your permanent fate then
you have a rude awakening
in the end it is all the same
a rotting grave with
a rotting heart
and nothing to show for it
Sad Girlsgirls and misery seem
to go along like nothing else
a perfect pair that could
never be ripped apart
they want everything and the world
yet nothing is good enough for them
it has something to do with
a void that is created during
conception that cannot
be avoided or
voided out by love
sadness deep within
that creeps up at any moment
waiting to ruin
all chance of
ABCs for the BrokenApril came with cold rain and my thoughts drifted to you.
Blue skies shined and smiles came and went,
Clogged in my heart cracks was that place you used to be
Deep enough to kill anyone.
Even though I moved on
Forgive me for what I have done
Gone and forgotten everything
How I promised I never would.
I swore on my heart, but now that I think about it
Junk is all my heart was in the first place.
Kept all those letters and songs written to me
Leaving them in the dark, I forget easier.
Many times have I cried over the unforgettable and the forgettable,
Never cried over what I had lost always what I have had.
Open with confessions
Pouring out of my head
Quitting what I had thought before all my past knowledge.
Regretting all those things I never will or never got to tell you.
Simple little things drive me insane
Taking care of this empty space
Under the rug I swept them and they stayed there for days.
Velocity of falling out of you
Wins over anything else planned.
X marks the spot on my he
Staggered SummerIn the morning on a
The immense g l a s s truth.
Grow cold and live happy,
We are only weaker in black and white.
Shadows in rain
d w e l l
Underneath slender death.
Hot rain grows
Awaking above this
a g g
Blood leaves adoring
I l l u m i n a t e d
L o n l i n e s s.
Spoke with whether the
Weather would make your day today
You awake in your bed
Wishing he was next to you.
We spoke in
YesteryearsAs the calender months fall off,
Slowly one by one,
Yesterdays grow into
Yesterweeks, yestermonths, and
There is no tomorrow anymore so
Don't count on it.
This place has been taken and
Down the rabbit hole we fall
Like we have nothing to loose at all.
I forget you as easily as I fall for him
Because falling in love is easy
Falling out is the hard part.
Now when I think of you
It's more like a song than
A memory or maybe some kind of
Disillusioned distant dream.
The torture used to be endless
But he's taken your place
I can't even remember your face.
I would have never thought
That saying good bye would
Be so easy this time around.
Maybe our love was more like
An action than a feeling.
All I know is this healing was easier than ever
And the more I think about us apart
The more I think about him and I together.
.my soul is still splattering blackness
at my brewing fate;
terror has my feet fastened to the stars
of the unforgotten, & yet my heart is
ready to bleed crimson for you.
I'm armed to love again,
you kiss with the faith
that was stolen from me.
DiscreetWhat I miss most is not the sex
but the moments that slipped quietly by
like brushing our teeth together
in matching pajamas, you turning
to me and saying, pasty foam
running down your chin,
“You know what love is?
Love is being stupid together.”
Reflections of Loves Gone ByReflections of loves gone by shimmer through the night
Like fractured colors of a prism of all that once felt right
Chills surround my heart as I feel once again the pain
Of the words good bye stinging and cause my soul to strain
To hang on, hang on, hang on, and believe again
That my life is worth the finding of love true
Snow falling outside reminds me that all were unique in their way
Some were kind, some were gentle some cut as thunderstorm’s lightening sprays
Burning me in ways beyond any human conscious of any human hand
Flames erupt and magic fills my room, piercing the dark with a gift grand
All begins to be burned away in the kindness of your touch upon my skin
The knowledge of passion felt begins to bloom as spring once again
My soul burns with the soft rays of a warm sun, words whispered are a precious raining
What is to come who can say, what is to be is beyond any understanding
But I rise to find a new day, and in your trust I find a new way
A path strewn now not wit
Passions RevivedBroken, like a stained glass window, laying in colored pieces of a heart on the floor
Shattered, like a pane of glass, muddied as it lays on the earth below
Splintered, like the finest of crystal, slivers lying like sharp icicles on the snow
Tears, like tiny rivers, silver crystal streams that flow from the soul
Questions lay unanswered as words fall as whispers into my palm
Why is a word cursed, a three letter incantation cast forth as a wicked spawn
How is now a nowhere route, ending in a dirt road of barbed wire drawn
But is a period, an echo of nothingness that spills out into the shadows before dawn
A heart can break, a soul can shatter, a spirit can splinter - so is the destruction
And yet, there lingers a tiny flicker of a flame, piercing through it all with a candle’s obstruction
Bearing in its firey fingers supernatural flowers of tiny echoes that repeat ore as in a bell tower
Hang on to your passion, let it not be ever squandered, nor let it be stolen by evil powe
aphrodite had her brutal lovers.my books listen to my 3am whispers and absorb my tears.
their creases fold like mine and bookmark old affairs-
but leave me hanging like drapes on the broken bed posts.
every fire-ridden song comes with ghosts.
they make sweet love to my ears, treasure me;
but they tend to do their time and leave, sting like a bee.
a temporary fill-- like a one-night stand
but like many things, their aftereffects may come unplanned.
coffee was the bad boy; entoxicating like a drug.
snuck him in at midnight, he was one bad thug.
he kept me up all night and made me scream-
but for the record, he was a bitter teenage dream.
speaking of dreams, is sleep not pure bliss?
the darkness gives me the best goodnight kiss.
it wraps me up as if to keep me safe in it's heat-
only to /burn/ me at the fucking stake, my nightmares uncomplete.
whisper, sweet prince, i'm delirious.
but fuck, handsome, let's be serious.
i'm running out of words to describe my feelings--
bargaining with the devil, basking in his dealings.
Another fallen Pin up girl.Sometimes I think of you together.
Jealousy settles in it's course
Then I remember...
Me and her we're a like..
That round style face
The Dark hair..
The quirky interests..
The fact that she is now
What I used to be ..
And what was I ?
A pin up girl for your wall
Bent around the edges
With only time to wear me down..
Cher, Ex Amant[Dear, ex lover]
Cher, ex amant
I promise to get rid of the poems
you’ve written for me,
to forget the late night talks we’ve shared,
And marry a man that will care.
I’ll give my heart to him,
The way I was never able to give it to you,
and when I have a daughter,
I promise to look at the innocence in her eyes,
Hold on to her naivety.
When she falls in love
And gets her heart broken,
I’ll write strength down her spine,
fill it with independence
while whispering your name in my pillow.
If she asks me what I said,
I’ll tell her that I know how it feels
to love someone so much
that it feels as if your heart might burst.
I’ll tell her that she needs to be strong,
to ignore the acidic butterfly in her stomach,
that feels as if they want to rip out
and fly away.
white/shadowwhite/shadow 3/7/14 ©
there is such eloquence suffused into your skin
the tips of my fingers trail skeins of poetry as they glide
over the succulent and luscious curves of your body.
you are a kind of redemption to me
you exist in a place beyond even the most
of my intricate and esoteric words
and words are one of my mightiest magicks
something I was both born to and spent years honing
you are ineffable…
though I certainly try.
how can I speak
either of the radiance of your reluctant smile
or of the incandescent and fierce joy
that dawns across my face when I so much as think of you?
the algorithm of fractals
written into the deepest fabrics of life
perhaps can come close to the definition
of the ways in which you and I are interwoven,
the strains of the most glorious symphony
can perhaps but begin to evoke the ecstatic state
we share as our skin brushes against one another.
you are an exponential, logarithmic catalyst
to the actions I already take
upon my o
Undying LoveAnd I can't control it
I can't help this thought
I long for you
I must have you
I desire to have my hand
On your face
I can't help myself
But I have to indulge in
The sea of your eyes
I crave to have my hands
Through your pitch black hair
And yes I want you forever
You are my dying passion
My urge to stay awake
And my lust is for your heart
For your pure undying love
And I close my eyes
As I fall asleep forever
In the comfort of your heart.
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