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i'd love you herethat polaroid is stuck to my wall
for not years of dust
but a dusty year
the same old polaroid that always says
i'd love you here
and every morning
i kiss the empty spot
between the clouds
i'd love you here
from moi to moi
stories in 1234561.
The hopeless romantic
something just out of reach
chasing stars and faraway worlds
but never thinking of
shes green with
A Slice of LifeA slice against the tender skin
of a ripe red apple in fall;
The cooking is just about to begin
a feast that is sure to enthrall.
The skin from the ripe red apple does fall
onto a floor of waxed perfection.
The juices leak out, exposed to all
the outside worlds inspection.
The juicy, skinless symbol of perfection
has this apple become
to join with others in stark selection
for the world it cannot abstain from.
The cooking surgery has made it numb
as it prepares for its final show.
Stripped and shameless, bare and dumb,
to the slice, its life does it owe.
As it prepares for its final show,
the cooking is just about to begin.
To the slice, its life does it owe--
a slice against the tender skin.
The Perfect RideHer tiny hands covered tiny eyes
on her eleventh birthday.
"Open them, kitten," Papa murmured softly
taking her hands away.
Her eyes widened wide, mirroring her mouth,
she let out a gentle squeak.
A brand new red bicycle, just for her;
her entire body went weak.
Her golden curls bobbed up and down
matching her girlish craze.
How excited she was of this prize of all prize
of which she would covet each day!
The glimmering paint and glossy veneer
enticed her to go for a ride.
"Go on, try it," Papa murmured softly
and yes, how she wanted to try.
She gingerly climbed on the unfamiliar seat
forcing her hands to adjust.
One foot pumped, the other followed suit.
Oh, what a rush!
Faster and faster th
Leap of FaithWe watch the rain paint the sidewalks
On the lonely streets of London
Through windows streaked with steamy breaths
The outside world is a blur
The black lines marking the edge of reason
Mean nothing to the streetwise man
A leap of faith executed
on a poor mans hopes
Is nothing above
A separate world of blurry dreams
Our fingers mark the windows
Leaving our mark on this world
We Are Not Aloneall these faces in the crowd
a hazy cloud obstructing my path
the monochrome life is simple enough
choices are in black and white
distinguishing brick from tufts of grass
a hazy cloud obstructing my path
all these faces in the crowd
wave after wave of modern blue age
the population screams so loud
yet only my shadow remains from the past
a hazy cloud obstructing my path
4.0I stood next to my mailbox, twenty feet from my front door, the entryway to the green house five lots down from the post office. Ironically, my street was one of the last to have its mail delivered.
My body shivered as goose bumps snaked their way up my legs. The cool spring air of the second week of May freely permeated my thin blue sleep pants. My eyes strained for a glimpse of a little white truck; my ears, too, listened closely for the low thrum of an engine. The suspense has been building since eleven that morning. It was thirty minutes later that my patience was rewarded.
I stepped in front of my mailbox and stuck my hands out to the mail truck like a beggar asking for his soup bowl to be refilled. The mail carrier stared quizzically at my hands for a fraction of a second, and then greeted my level face with a condescending smile. He placed a pile of envelopes in my eager hands and honked twice before continuing his trek to the end of his shift.
I held the letters close to my che
The RevelationIts just a simple chorus, a booze-induced song
Overworking each point until you feel its correct
The real world comes back as the inebriation wears off
And some tears break line and dot your perfect paper
It ushers a new wave of guilt and emotion
And gently gestures toward the rising sun
And you wipe off the water and tear through the paper
As the inevitable finally breaks through a clouded shield
You thought it sounded so smart, your elegant scribbling
Until you plan the blocking and discover that your final act
was just a simple, booze-induced song.
Cost of an EternityIt's sad that we need things to control our lives-
Hyped up, hyped down.
Drugs are everywhere.
Lives, movies, stores,
Reaching out to us and invading our souls…
Drugs are more than bad
But not everyone.
You feel angry, depressed, suicidal…
The cold numbing feeling of a pill down your throat.
Calming your nerves,
Calming your muscles…
You didn't know.
And so many times people don't know.
It's on the bottle.
But lyrics pour out,
You can't tell what's where.
And creativity comes from events
Events which shouldn't be spoken of…
People will judge you.
People always judge.
Fear of losing, fear of feeling, fear of hurt
That's why drugs are there
They wash away fears and uncertainties
And let you live your daily life
The soul. The mind. Feelings. Love.
… But what's the cost, really?
You call meYou call me a freak
I say I'm unique
You call me crazy
I say sanity is overrated
You call me a sissy
I say I'm sensitive
And proud of it
You call me depressed
I say it's true
But I'm not ashamed of it
Five AMPre-dawn darkness again, seething, quiet
A monster hugging the city
How heavy, how suffocating it is
The clock has run down on time for dreaming
A void between night and morning
Ready to swallow everything up
A time for old men's reflections
On love, and loss, and sorrow
Oppressive black sky, you eat everything
But the all-night diner
Where lonely old men sit
Drinking coffee at five AM
QuicksandYou trapped me
Dragged me below the surface
And held me there
You chained me
Put brass around my ankles
And left me struggling
You broke me
Beat me with whips made of hate
And hurt me more
You changed me
Made me who you wanted
And killed me inside
You hid me
Stole me away from the light
And made me blind
You crushed me
Blew my dust in the wind
And danced on my grave
surrounding my body
And now I'm twenty feet under
With no chance of being saved
From Your 'Secret' AdmirerHeaven,
this is not a love letter
I will swear to God,
with a halo on my head
and a hole in my heart.
But the fact is I revere you
more than I have any right to.
After all, we are nothing except
who have awkward conversations.
So why is it that every time the line
falls silent I panic, worrying that your shadow
will make my efforts nothing but a distant memory,
when every word you speak strongly marks my mind?
Simple: I fear having something to lose
and losing the nothing I have. You are a
treasure to me, and this note becomes my confession.
Sincerely- I typed this, but I'm sure you'll recognize the handwriting.
Death, Judgment, RebirthLast Time in the ICU
Shadow rats, beady red eyes focused hungrily
Stay still too long and they’ll swarm
Sharp little teeth rending flesh
They know the sick and weak
They can wait
Tenth floor ICU, down with the disease again
He’s resting quietly, the nurse says
She looks like a huge black rat
Does she know what’s happening?
Closing the door
She walks away
Sweet childhood dreams are interrupted
Rats gnawing away at the edges
Toothy little kisses all over
Cleaning, cleansing scurry
Down to the bone
Sentenced to Live
Firelight, poker-faced patchwork man reading aloud
An old but vaguely familiar tome, his tone is somber
Was I one of the wicked? Weren’t we all?
Who can say that they were good?
Sentenced to live yet another life
I cry; I’ve had enough living
I want to sleep forever, leave my shell behind
To crumble to dust, useless, I won’t need it
Every door opens to the same world
Is this hell, then? The onl
give me a challenge, give me you.i have grown
the blood in my veins
have become more
than plasma, and i
am now trapped
within my own hollowed-out
this haze of
has to be transitory--
i can't let it be anything
are winter fire
that warms my body,
that stokes my heart.
is velvet gloss
through my hair,
under my shirt.
is silk screen
beneath my fingertips,
between my lips.
moves like ocean water,
washes over me,
floods every inch of me.
clinging to your cheeks,
puddling the pillow,
caught inside my kiss.
palm to palm with mine,
soft and breathy in my ear,
loud and gasping
against my mouth.
pressing against mine,
rising to meet me,
applauding in rhythm.
grasping at my shoulders,
sliding down my chest,
clinging to my skin.
squeezing me tightly.
arching up to me,
tilting back your chin,
pressing us so close.
undulating in excitement,
trembling in joy,
shivering with delight.
echoing inside my head,
calling out to the universe,
telling me everything.
tender and delicate,
Untitledi'm holding myself
because you are the air in my lungs
and if loving you
is like breathing
i would rather drown
~days eat days
like I eat potato chips
on a couch whose
springs have thrown out
their backs no longer able
to hold even the remote up.
it sinks between the seats like
I do every lonely saturday night
or every evening I can’t quite
make it to bed, cupped with
similar back problems,
a similar sag.
I’ve begun to
take after my furniture.
"the only unattractive curve,"
a girl once said to me with a few
desirable curves herself,
"is the one a person develops
in their back.”
we dated for a month and
she called me her
hunchback of notre dome
(it’s dame, babe.)
and I called her beautiful.
and nothing else.
but somehow her leaving did nothing
to straighten my bent back but
only managed to deepen
my parenthetical stance on
those who love me
(they don’t exist).
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