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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.
Puppet My tears fall,
My heart beats,
because of the
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
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
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
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.
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
I'm lighter than air,
faster than light,
I'm all over
in a heartbeat.
I'm so strong,
I can cut my skin
and feel nothing.
But a word from you
makes me crumble,
to the ground.
You can tease me, please me,
but please don't
ever leave me.
That's the only thing
I cannot withstand.
So, please stay.
Today stay with me all night.
Silent prayerSilent prayer
I repeat your name
silently in my mind.
Saying it over and over again,
like a chant.
Repeating it, making my
Can you feel it, love?
The red thread growing
into a rope,
holding us together,
by love not force.
My love grows only stronger,
'till I can't hold it in any longer.
So I'll keep saying your name
inside my mind,
repeating it 'till you're here.
So I can say it out loud.
I wish all the pretty things,
I wish the sun would shine
in all days I'm out,
playing with my friends.
I wish to dream this dream with you,
not ever waking up,
not ever seeing the sunrise alone.
I know I get impatient, edgy
and often sad.
But I hope that you can take it,
happiness and all,
coz that's me.
Faded and disillusionedFaded and disillusioned
I sometimes see
through these faded
They used to be tinted
with rosy pink.
Seeing all happy things
and filtering all bad out.
But one day,
the magic was gone
when I woke up,
the color had faded,
'till nothing remained.
And I could see it all,
with no deceptions
blocking my sight.
The plain hurt, pain as it was,
pure heart that was
covered in soot.
The tainted me,
covered in blood.
Lying on the floor
The problem of knowing all good and all evil,
that there is no going back,
no possibility to be all ignorant again.
A world without a yesterdayA world without a yesterday
It all started with a blank space.
Clear white sheet
with dust on.
I suddenly saw it,
the divine inspiration
of a world,
without a yesterday.
How fresh would it all seem?
Like taking a breath for the first time,
smelling the sun
in lazy afternoons.
Would I appreciate it more,
if I've never seen it before?
A clear cut, all whitened out past,
make all my memories disappear.
Show me a world without a past,
so I could start again.
Hide 'n' seekHide 'n' seek
We play hide n seek,
and we both know
what I'm talking about.
It's like hit and run,
sending a message
and then evading.
We're so alike
so I know all your moves,
from me you cannot hide.
How about we stop
and think for a sec.
Would it be so bad,
if we'd just stop playing,
just saying what's inside.
Straight and head on,
see each other without
wearing a mask.
you know you cannot hide.
HuntressFrom the divine darkness,
came the breath of life.
The stagnant air was
the smell of decay
as corruption only can be.
The tasteless poison
devoured in last lifetime.
It transformed me,
made me different
In this second lifetime
I'm the huntress
and you're my prey.
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