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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
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
Onceyour beauty lies restless behind those
hills, where you fought valiantly. and
the man you once were was brave and kind,
but now you are possessed by a passenger
of darkness, whispering words of your
the man you once were is forgotten, and
the man you are today, is only a ghost, a
shadow, of what you were before.
There’s a knife turnin in my soft parts
And heat burnin my mind on hard starts
The motors runnin but I lost the wheel
Just want it to be numb don’t wanna feel
Take two steps back and put it in park
Before I leave scarred up black marks
I need a u-turn on this highway
But can’t go back on the by-way
So look ahead, the pavement goes on
Break the rear-view mirror it’s gone
Put it in drive
And say goodbye
Let’s see how fast this bitch can fly
nightmarethe foxes are at your bedside and singing--
songs of boiling thoughts
and broken muscles.
they sneak so quiet, and
you can't quite
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.
FossilizedLiving proof of fossils alive,
and no horseshoe-crab am I.
Nor, inhabitable harsh compression of plates,
residing under humid marsh-scapes.
I mold into the walls, as chalky old coal.
But I am no mineral, no era.
I am not, Mesozoic.
Through the ages
silver, gold and heroic.
I remain a still-life; and no Iduna's apples would retain my youth
No magic fountains, or time devices, or wrist watches.
I am the machine of time.
The watcher, omnipotent, the wise.
no God am I
Somewhere, sweet tangy sap trolleys down cracked bark.
Somewhere, celestial bodies erupt unseen.
Somewhere, a abrupt breeze blows overturned bi-cycle tire
Workaholic I yawned and stretched out my legs. Damn, today is going to be another one of those days. If only I could stay home and skip work today. No, today is too big to even think of doing that. I have been working for months to get this promotion.
John, are you going to get up already?
I rolled over and said In a minute honey.
I got dressed and headed over to work. This promotion would help her so much; everything has been so tight ever since Vivian and I got married. This would finally turn everything around for us. I stepped out of the cab and stared up the 50-foot building I had gotten so
Repent Chap3: My Love I woke up with a jolt and automatically sat up as fast as my own body would allow me, as something was about to slice my head off with a sword. The air was so heavy and hard to breathe; my chest was rising and falling faster than it ever had before. I seemed to have to pull every swift breath with the last of my energy. Once it wasnt so hard to breathe anymore, I laid my head back down, and shot back up immediately after feeling that my pillow was almost soaked. I ran my fingers through my hair, and felt no sweat. What was on my pillow was something very different blood. I felt under my nose and noticed the very blood which
Repent Chap2: Spark The weight seemed to be pressing down on me with a force thats almost impossible to resist. Every bone in my body wanted more than anything to give into the pressure. In my own stubbornness, I pulled together what little strength I had, and was somehow able to push myself off of my own bed. I fell to the floor and grunted at the annoying alarm clock that I had set early, hoping that somehow that grunt would make the clock pity me, and stop creating a thick border between me and my sleep. I used the bed-side table to pull myself up and smashed the off button with my fist, and let go of all my strength to come toppling
Repent Chap1: Reunion I looked at my watch for one last time; it was exactly 3:30, an hour and a half past the time she said she would be here. The snow was piling on my head and started to become heavy, my but was freezing to the bench beneath me, and I began shivering a little while ago. I began to doubt she was going to show, but I had to at least wait a little longer. A few more snowflakes on my head later, I tore myself from the frozen seat and shook all of the snow off of my head. Before I could even take a single step, I heard someone elses footsteps easily through the quiet, snowy day. The second I turned my head to look, I had 115 pounds run
Kaito Chap10: Murder We then split up, she left to get the tickets, and I went to get our stuff, what little stuff we both had.
I told her to get a late flight, as I had some things to take care of. I know who did it, who killed my mother, my father, my friend, and who shot me. It was the same man who would try and follow us to New York and kill Sam and me.
He dies today, I was able to get my hands on a gun and I concealed it in my coat. I stood in front of my old house which I had set to fire. It was the perfect plan; he would only think I was watching the remnants of my past burning to the ground. He would obviously try to kill me; instead, he wou
Kaito Chap9: Breakup Even though I was seeing Sam, not even the slightest smile would begin to cross my face.
So Kaito, whats up?
I held back tears, You know about my power, right?
Well, because of that, there are some people who hope to kill me because of it.
She seemed shocked, as I had expected. But but you cant die!
Neither can my father, yet his body is laying in a ditch somewhere and I just saw some of these murderers searching my house, which means my mom is dead.
Dead ? I could tell she cant say much.
Glass HeartI bleed
I offer all I can
But expecting the same
Is obviously too much
The love I can never have
The warmth I can never have
I can see through your eyes
Through to that glass heart of yours
That heart I can never have
This open heart of mine
Can never compare
To the heart covered by clouds
Do I deserve it?
Being hung over this
To see past that
Which is not mine
I know the truth
Yet I still seek her
The love you will not give
Your warmth I can not have
Your glass heart
That you hide so proudly
Your glass heart
Which I can only seek
Do I deserve it over anyone else?
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