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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
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.
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
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
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?
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.
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
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
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
Riddle My tears fall,
My heart beats,
because of the
What am I?
A Night By the FireNo light,
The light sired by the night
All above whilst the day's delights
Now disappears from mortal sight.
Faded away is the sun's power,
Taking the stage now is night's sallow flower;
Now mortals may behold the stars and falling shower.
Set in a pit Nature's skyscraper ablaze
And revel in the emanating heat as you gaze,
Looking down on occasion when you hear a crack from the fire
And witness "fireflies" flying away from mother's blaze;
Dying shortly after but not lacking burning beauty do they desire!
I look out towards the teasing shore
And meditate as we sit upon her door,
Thinking on what my future has in store;
Who I am now and even
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.
I'm SorryI'm sorry for all the things I've said
I'm sorry for all the things I've done
I'm sorry for all the things I'll say
And I'm sorry for all the things I'll do.
What have I done?
What have I said?
I've made you think I'm a depressed being who has it bad.
I've told you only the things that go wrong in my life.
Shouldn't you deserve better?
Shouldn't you see that I'm growing because of your words?
Growing because of the love you show me?
But you see none of that;
Because I don't show you.
Have we gotten cut off from each other because this?
Because I know we haven't gotten closer.
Why must I feel the need to quickly raise the mask I
SpiceFingers running through my hair
Lips close enough to kiss
Hot breath like the summer heat
Eyes staring into mine.
One hand on my face
You're leaning closer.
You miss my lips and appear next to my ear.
"Everyone knows I love you...
But do you?"
Breath taken away by the hotness on my neck
I open my mouth.
A gasp of air.
Just a gasp.
Shivers slither down my spine
Like a black snake darting down a hot branch.
All I can do is close my eyes
And hope I breathe.
You're crawling over me
Holding yourself up with your arms
Watching me on the floor.
I couldn't see if you looked at me with t
Paradise...There is a place
Where rivers are made of milk
And words flow into my ears like honey.
There is a place
Where I am loved
And no one ever rebukes me.
There's a place
Where manna is abundant
And I never want to leave.
There is a place
Where there doesn't have to be tears
And no blood is ever spilt.
There is a place
Where my family is happy
And I'm never in my closet crying.
There is a place
Where John and I never fight
And we get along fine.
There is a place
Where I am useful
And I am able to help somehow.
There is a place
That is behind my eyelids
When I am feeling sad
And I feel like crying
Or I feel like I am going t
Dream Sequence I felt myself falling, reaching... reaching... Reaching for what? Nothing's there. My body fell faster than my tears. I could see them float above me like raindrops who're afraid to touch me. Much like everyone around me. I wanted to grab onto a root or some kind of platform small enough for my hand like when Indiana Jones falls into a hole with spikes on the bottom. But... roots don't grow in a big black hole. Darkness isn't something you can hold onto for help. So I kept falling... Screams echoed inside my head, but... I couldn't hear them being shouted in that hole...
I woke up with a start like I had been doing all that month. The
Scars and MistakesDon't take revenge on her
Don't take revenge on him
Don't waste your life away with garbage.
Use the slashes and bruises and broken bones they gave you.
Use the mistakes they made
Learn it, so you don't make the same mistake.
He does it for a reason
She does it for a reason.
Something's gotta give,
MemoryGoosebumps dance on my skin
As my mouth distorts.
The ghosts whisper in my ear
They tell me I'm loved.
My ears lie to me
They decieve me.
My eyes fog
Like humid goggles in a pool.
I find short of air
And my lungs scream inaudibly.
My open mouth stops suddenly
And an animal scream escapes.
The same of which frogs look when they're sliced open
With sadistic fingers of children.
That's what I'm doing.
I tell them.
Because I love my life
And I love myself.
So she says.
Green splashes through my mind.
Splattering throughout the inner walls of me.
HelicaseHelio and I were always sitting on the stairs, chatting about the lamina and occasionally making snide remarks about ribosomes. There wasn't much for us to do. Our job was to simply be, and let the RNA scribble down the letters on our foreheads when they came around every once in a while. Helio was a G, I was a C. It wasn't exactly fulfilling, I suppose. There wasn't much to be filled. So to pass the time, we talked.
"You ever wonder?" Helio asked.
"About...well...what's out there." Helio and I were rooted to the stairs, quite happily, but it was awkward to move in. He kind of twisted in the general direction of the closest pore. "Out in the cytoplasm."
"I haven't," I admitted. "What's there to wonder about?"
"That's exactly the thing. I have no idea." Helio sighed, gazing into the distance. "Somehow it feels like we play this huge, huge role in something important, but how can we when we don't even know what that something is? I want to be something that, that has
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