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O.K.The crack in my chest is only getting bigger
The tears won't stop flowing
The memories of you just won't go away.
This pain just won't cease.
I can't take it anymore.
Everytime I see your photo
It makes me dissolve
Into another Sea of Tears.
Sharp pains again
Hole in me is growing.
Larger and Larger
With each moment,
I remember of you.
Its been so long.
So long since I have
Heard your voice.
Seen you smile.
Felt your warmth.
Worried for you.
Please make this pain go away.
Take my memories
Take my tears
Fix this crack
Make everything ok.
Make me Ok.
Homeward BoundCold bitter winds, as bitter of the faces
Of the inhabitants,of a city crying for salvation.
How I long for the bright sunlight
And the sweet smell of fresh clean air.
Yearning for times long gone.
The Past that can never return.
The darkness creeps upon my mind.
Slowly I grow weaker, succumbing to It's seduction.
It's deceit eludes my guard.
Preying on my lost soul.
I claw and struggle to find a away out.
To return to the crisp breezes I once knew.
The light that caressed me.
To return to a memory.
Demons at every turn. Leering.
Can I escape?
Or do I escape because I don't want to?
The doubts and fears turn my blood to ice.
At the thought of giving up.
Every kind word.
Every gesture of kindness
Every understanding look.
Or is it?
I am told.
My chest is in pain.
My legs are numb.
My world goes black.
My eyes see blurred faces around me.
Kind Faces. Familiar Faces
I dare to take a breath.
Still FallingA breeze travels through the air.
You have a smile on your face
As you hold me closer.
Kiss me gently on my lips.
My support though everything.
I will never let you go.
We joke and we smile.
Over memories from long ago.
And even some recent.
Enjoying the company of one another.
You kisses are what get me though the rough work days
Your cynical wit gets me though the drama and false friends.
You make me think reasonably.
You make me weak in my knees.
I hold you closer to me.
I can't let you go yet.
I cuddle closer.
And you snuggle right back.
Making me feel safe.
MirrorsWhat is that I see in the mirror?
Surely that cannot be me.
Its so different than the me I have known for so many years.
I remember hair thick, pulled back,
Eyes pleading to be loved.
Muffing Tops and Buns.
That is the me I remember.
I look again at the model before me.
Smiling her pearly whites.
Hair stylishly in her face.
Body and looks to Kill
Outfit to die for.
Which is me?
Or is this just a dream?
Or a possibly a reality?
Or a past?
No more scars,
No more Acne.
I want to be this so badly.
What if this isn't me?
I Miss You.I find myself mesmerized by the skies of white and blue.
I can't help but look at every American flag on the side of the road.
Thinking of what you lived, you breathed, and you loved, for 21 years.
You loved freedom.
You loved life.
You loved making yourself known.
That's why I miss you so.
I see you everywhere I go.
I can't run away.
I miss you, why can't you come back?
21 years wasted in this world,
I am missing a part of myself.
Time and Time AgainSnow is fluttering to the grown.
Staining the green with its cleanliness.
Its white is so pure, so fresh.
Never stepped in before.
I look away from the snow for only a moment.
And in that moment it was like I was born a new.
My eyes cannot leave it.
Because I am looking at you.
Your eyes bore into mine.
They are such a beautiful blue.
I find myself trapped.
Yet I do not mind.
I want you to keep me forever.
I want to wake up every morning
And find you there.
Time and time again, I want to see your face.
Time and Time again I want to be held in your arms.
Time and Time again I want to feel your kisses.
Time and time again...
I want to look at you like it was the first time
is the scalding breath of winter.
the piss-thin streaks of dandruff snow,
is a kid afraid to be standing
in that corner because of that madman
with that coarse, red face and
but now he's sleeping
under a ragged coat,
so it might be safe? no, no,
this is the wrong memory,
this is not
how he would like
to have him etched...
standing alert and smoking
brand of cigarettes
and twirling that sad stub with
long frost-tinged fingers
back when he would respond
to his feeble
"what are you waiting for?.."
for a bark.
nothing else to wait for!.."
"the steel ship."
your diet coke will only make you hungrier(just some wolf with big blue eyes)
I don't know when I stopped using capitals in my writing
Or when I stopped talking as much
I dyed my hair because I was trying to show you
That I didn't have to show you anything
I told myself to stop writing poems about you
As if the days I spend locked in your ice cold glare
Was something I could escape
My mother still screams at night
She has the worst nightmares I've ever heard
And I think I might be going down the same route
I keep telling myself to breathe
That it is okay, and I will be okay
We were never okay
and despite myself, i've noticed it
you don't look at me anymore
Moriah JeanShe was soft and warm.
She was stone-cold.
I watched her, the strength in her
spine, the height in her shoulders,
the wave of ebony silk cascading over her
back - there was an unmistakable air.
But that skin, tight and smooth,
pulled over round hips, curved along
the concave of her stomach, crested
over her breast- a desert landscape.
She was sharp and round in all the
Formed from lightning and sand-
a burst of energy, a birth of
Untouchable, but for that treasured
moment of welcome, that break in
tension, that upturning of lips, pink
The knowing glance, the wanting look,
the low eyes, so dark, framed by sharp
lines and light- they placed her on a
pedestal, but she bent down with out-
She was not a goddess. She was polished
and coy, she was music - a symphony,
and sometimes, the cymbals crashed;
But she knew she was beautiful, and
she knew her strength was in the way
she let the music
Someone ElseWhat's the point of talking if no one will listen?
Of walking if there's no where to go?
Of singing to an empty room?
Of dancing alone?
Of writing what no one will read?
Of having feelings no one will care about?
You have the hope, that one day, one person might
Listen to you
Walk with you
Hear your soul
Dance with you
Read what is important to you
Care about the feelings you do have
And one day I hope
To do the same
For someone else
remember melightning steps
haunt the cargo hold
where they let them
doze off... drunken bastards...
lightning steps -
sharpshooter stab marks (neck,)
a stern mother
the glare... bewitched
to the portholes. memento mei,
as written on the daughter's amulet;
she clutches it unknowingly in her sleep.
(will she burn too?) the night is
young but she isn't
anymore; she doesn't
know it yet.
A Sirens Song.A slight breeze ruffled plumes attached onto an appendage.
We have searched so far...
Irritation could be seen within smiles.
For so long…
Six eyes watched as the flare from the Sun snuffed itself,
Cursed with feathers…
beyond the horizon.
Adorned to bone…
A breath of lethargy was passed through the group.
Our bodies grow tired…
Heaviness hung in the air.
Too weary to fly…
Darkness was descending.
Enduring days upon rocks…
Anticipation was setting in.
On a tiny isle…
There, within the distance, a slight dot.
A distinct vessel, traveling at a fast speed.
The winds carried to them the shouts of some...
Licking lips in excitement of the approaching storm.
Liners catch reefs, steering it towards their archipelago…
Three heads look towards the sky.
Lives are lo
I am everywhere
I am everything
I am your world
I am your voice
I speak in your blood
I sing in your tar
I am your lungs
I breathe your suffering
I contract your tears
I am your past
I recollect your misery
I predict your end
I am your friend
I embrace you with sickness
I deliver you from happiness
I am your everything
I am your only love
You. Need. Me
You. Can. Never. Escape. Me
LoveFluttering, floating softly in the air.
Taken to and fro by the breeze.
Locations seen that could no be believed.
Till the wind grabs and shreds.
pass up the opportunity
as violet rain
scorches and scourges
roust thyself up
dress in black and stand tall
your captain nears
they say he passes
like a ghost which haunts
our very walls
as we pray amidst this downpour
in the hope
that we live
to see another bleak sun
that our blades
pierce the flesh
of our most vile enemies
that we don’t fall
to their steel
or worse that our morals slip
onto the captain’s sword
The PlayThe air is frigid, and snow covers all.
I freeze in my footsteps,
Surrounded by white I am
I feel misplaced, and oh so wrong.
the only darkness in this purity.
The only flaw, on this perfect Stage.
The only one who doesnt know thier lines.
In this play of perfection.
Constantly making mistakes,
Never being good enough.
Again and again, I rehearse,
Retrace the steps, repeat the lines.
They go through my head,
The way the blood goes thorugh my veins,
In order to seek approval,
This is what I must do.
I go to the first scene,
Taking my place on the stage,
The curtain begins to rise.
So many thoughts go through my head,
Snow litters the stage
It goes cold.
I begin to move in my dark Attire.
Everyone begins to move in the dance.
I step out and continue on my own.
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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