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I threw the key behind the door
Latched away, forevermore
Through the lock you can peek
My heart is there, anyone may seek
But it will never again be found
Not in the air nor under the ground
Its hidden home an urgent secret
My silent vow: I will keep it
Read In Case Of ApocalypseThe theory has been disproved
Our next apocalypse dismissed
Twenty first and twenty second
Should not brush against Death's kiss
But just in case there is no tomorrow
In case the world comes to an end
If this has truly been our last day
My last word of love, I now send
The only thing certain in this life
Is the promise of uncertainty
Apocalypse predicted or not
Time should be regarded carefully
So whichever tomorrow does not show up
No matter when Horsemen harbingers ride
I'll be wishing I could face the battle coda
With you here by my side
xI drew a little "x" in a date box
Nearly too small to see
A tiny notch to note
The day when you left me
I drew a little "x" in the sand
Where we walked along the beach
Back during days when dreams
Where not so far from reach
I drew a little "x" in the wood
Of the railing on the pier
Where you bent a knee and
Promised to always hold me dear
I drew a little "x" in my heart
That spot you can call your own
A little piece of blood and flesh
Where memories of you will roam
The Selkie and the SeaA storm is rolling in, my dear
The thunder rumbles low
It spreads across the land
With lighting in its tow
A deep and hostile crash
The sky splits white, and then
Rain pours out from the heavens
Harder than since I know not when
It calls me to the air
And lures me out to sea
With a hot, electric desire
I wade out to my knees
The storm begins to truly rage
But I am not afraid
It cracks and strikes and fights around me
A wet death-day parade
Swimming out up to my neck
Waves lapping at my face
The lightning strikes and sears my body
And I fall into place
Floating out to the ocean
Cradled by a vast, blue mother
It is here I die and hit the sandy bottom
Never again will I love another
BetrayalIf ever there has been a fool
There is no greater fool than I
A jester in your hall
A dancer in your bedroom
But in both talk and swiveling hips
Foolishness remained the same
Blindfolded and bound
Or only in sheets and summer breeze
Quietly behind the curve of my back
The court brandished barbs and stuck them between my blades
You as the ringleader, bearing each intimate secret
As if they were darts
HourglassA shadow in the hall
Reflection in the mirrored wall
A prism wisp
A stolen kiss
Clumsy, lucky girls
With fawn-fair curls
A name lingering on your lips
Touched there by fingertips
Slipping away in a crystal dusk
Amid the scent of body musk
Lazy conversations drift
And time has too much sand to sift
Thoughts on a Lonely Night in the MiddleThe early morning lacking dawn
No dewdrops rest upon the lawn
A ringing deafened, a plea unheard
An empty bed, its owner stirred
Soft light and shadows accent mystery
While heavy falls the repeat of recent history
A heart given back and taken once more
Sleeveless the maiden after the heart lay tore
Rising is the ocean of what used to be
And maybe you're no good for me
HypocriteSqueaky basement doors
And cold, hard floors
A thigh-cut gown
Long legs down
To the tile
And all the while
You set for me the rules you break
You refuse to give me the same things you take
One long road in the dark
But still I stay for the spark
'Til the day when it snuffs out
And I leave you to all your doubt
PapercutsA letter of love,
From your hand to mine.
So young and brazen;
Truthful and promising.
A short time ago.
Time an enemy,
And love a friendship strained.
Those who sought to divide
Conquered with little effort,
Laying a new enemy on the table:
Shoulder devil's suggestion filled
And angels with little argument.
The letter of love, now sharp,
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
BeautyI'd rather wear flowers in my hair,
forming a delicate chain
Than diamonds around my neck,
covering my tender blue veins
For with every precious petal
and every lucent leaf
I'm a living lesson
teaching beauty can not be bought
But rather it grows and flourishes
with every living thought
Fearing MeI'm not afraid to cry
and I do it
a lot more than you would guess.
It isn't always sadness,
I just feel like I need to,
feel everything so strongly
that it's the only way
to let go for a moment
because if I hold on for too long,
if my grip gets too tight
I'll break myself,
I will break you like glass
and we will both
I am a good guy
who hasn't yet found a way
to show it,
I am a good guy
who still identifies with the villains,
hides everything important
anything to throw you
off of my trail....
and I don't know why,
but I am trying.
Maybe I think
that if you could see me,
the real me,
you wouldn't want to look anymore,
want to be anywhere near me,
and the idea
that I can't add up
to be enough for you,
to be enough for me,
is so fucking heart breaking
I can hardly fathom it.
I can't say that it doesn't hurt
because it does,
it hurts a whole hell of a lot,
I've come to depend on pain,
to befriend misery
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
Sound PoemIthrumden, ithrumden delsum
nith mul thruss elmrissull.
Eth rut mundelliss
Curmiette dessel renrin
irme trell ithrumden.
The partyFlashing lights
Smoke all around
About to pass out
My head starts to hurt
I can't take this anymore
So without saying anything
I find the exit
And escape that place
"How can someone have fun in there?"
as love for summer fades.late morning-
there's the tease of
snow in the clouds,
in the air, and the trees
have finally lost their
the sunlight is damp.
alters the room
as it graces my skin,
and for once
i don't wake up right away.
instead i lay
between my memory bitten
sheets, and i think
about all the times he said
that he hated winter.
i don't remember
when i began to love it,
and i don't care.
nothing can shatter that.
obligation steam machineas always
grinding the cankerous
of your cognition
until the lack of compassion
leaves you unlubricated
seized frozen bound stuck
only then the machine of
your fears will burst to steam
squealing to suckle
at the genius of my
the unsung soiled hero
of middle-class ferocity
savior of the undeserving
winding slowly deftly dying
martyr to the self-justified cause
Coming HomeComing down the ramp I spotted you in the crowd
Your tenderloin skin always stands out
Your aura was particularly bright that day
Whirling dervish colors in the pale sun
You wore a chauffeurs cap and held a sign that said “Anyone”
I knew that I wasn’t anyone, so I walked away
“Strange days,” someone said, and I agreed
I hate crowds and old garbled memories
Arriving home, my wife and cat didn’t recognize me
I looked in the mirror and noticed that I was someone else
Still carrying my old baggage, I turned away
I should have taken your limo
A Lady in GreyOne can still forget dear things
Though 'twas not long ago
A rush to hide the broken rings
To bury them in the snow
But some remember what many might not
It sticks inside their chest
They cannot force it to be forgot
You should bury them with the rest
And yet, a heart on fire
Cannot be buried deep
It melts the snow and climbs the spire
'Tis not for you to keep
Firm against a bare, soft cheek
Earl Grey divides his heat
Fiery hearts are made to seek
But the body cannot move its feet
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
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