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Abstract DefinitionsThere is an ache in
my body (heart). It unsettles
the stomach, unravels the
mind. For what?
A senseless pain seeps into
my bones through the
concrete cracks my body has.
The street, narrow, without
light, stand before me and behind
me. Yet I walk on.
The sun does not set because
it does not rise. The moon
long ago, lost it's glow.
And the ache is starting
to grow, pouring from the skin (or
within?) The blood flows
slows and feeling fades.
That is a definition of
alone, or perhaps what one
would call a lonesome
Striking Out.I hate that I
feel so empty
Like a puzzle
missing a piece,
or a chapter
a story that was out
and left untold.
It's not like I'm
unhappy, but numb like
I can't take in the good or
bad surrounding me (except
the bad forces it's way in, while
the good waits outside
patiently to be let in)
Only dreadful things seem
to dance around my
body and I push everything
because I wasn't good enough
for him, every word that I speak
is wrong. I can't sleep
because my dreams are too sweet
and leave a bitterness
in my mouth to
taste and my heart to desperate.
ResonantTouch- brush against
my cheek, sear my lips
as they graze
yours. Frostbite nipping
at finger tips-
arms length away.
And my voice is shaking,
caked with some kind of
layer of feeling that I am
not used too. (there never
used to be warmth to
this bitter heart) Now there
is a tremble, fear quaking in
my throat. And you laugh softly,
'My dear, this is what it means to
I take a moment to
examine the idea- and come to
the truth, that I, I, was afraid.
But like warmed honey flavor tea,
you soothe me-
Oh god, I don't think I can breathe.
Ashes and Frosted Lungs.Do you ever feel to
much? Like you're going
to bust, burst without a
word because you swore to
god long ago that wouldn't tell
That's the burden you
carry- the same as I.
And perhaps, our worlds
aren't as different as you had
As you declare your
freedom from the secret
your eyes had seen,
I devour the fear you give off-
once we could have been
fire, sulfur soaking the
air and the musk of death lingering on
lips, tilting back the balance.
Now there is only silence and ice.
My dear, you've become so astray
and the world won't take your secret
to the grave; nor will
god forgive you for killing a man-
a woman to lay here,
together skin to skin.
Breath in the last bit of
tinted air you shall ever see-
echoing in the silence, only frost
cool enough to care.
And as you're crippled by the
principle you've lived your
entire life by- I can merely stare;
'we, were on fire, now
it's not enough.
The emotions washing over
your face, no words
can justify 'why'. Or
give a sound reasoning.
Remember when it was
summer time, and you laughing
like you were never gonna die?
it's not enough.
Fast forward six months,
who knew we would be here?
Hanging on every word you
say, because we might not hear them
Only the screech of a machine.
it's not enough.
The novocaine only goes so
far, and morphine only stops
pain so far. But beneath
the medicine, you can feel the
Sometimes they beg for another
day; others plead for the past.
To amend what they had broken,
pay back what they had lost. But the
medicine has a job to do,
and it pulls you under. You fall
it's not enough.
The infection has already
spread. Or the wound has teared
Only the curse of surgeon you
can hear. Not your wife crying.
Or your daughter screaming to
hold on. That you're
tougher than this.
'C'mon, dad, you can do it!'
And before t
The Truth You Drink.I would say,
that fear had long kept
But I don't speak.
You walk away.
I want to scream for you,
beg and plead.
Only silence rings out in
the dark space.
The silvers of moonlight
dancing against the walls.
It's all quiet.
I would say blackness eats
away at what you are. Takes the best of
you and rips it's from your
But the truth was, that
I spoke so
soft. Too frighten to shriek.
You walked away, and my voice
trembles. Quakes. Shakes at the
sight of your back.
I whispered 'goodbye'.
But it cracks.
I hiccup one last time.
'I loved you dear.'
And you only said
'maybe in another life,
You faded into the night,
a warm memory on my lips.
A burning tattoo on flesh.
But you're already
But to Once a King.I close my eyes-
the darkness seems to
sink in. Words are no longer
like waves crashing in
to me; rather like the grass beneath
When my eyes open, again,
to a world of color. Hues of blues,
green, yellows catch in the air.
And you stand before me, as if you
had never left. As if I will open my arms
allowing you back in. Never shall I
bow to the weight of stares
or facade that you had long
built to save your hopeless heart
from the unseen cruelty of
the world. But you were once a
king- I a lion heart.
You were once a king,
but you took your pride and let it take you too
high. And fell from grace-
left me still too high. Dead in the
air. Hanging by a thread.
I am a lion heart. I do not shudder
when the wind blows snow on to my
skin, frosting flesh. Nor do I
listen to the demon's song of
life. For I, a lion heart, live on.
Without a king to weigh me down. I
have floated down, back to Earth. For the world
I know so true, while filled with blood and
other dark hues, brims with life
With Shallow WordsAnd I- I wonder
If I weave my words
carefully, douse them in
flames. Would you still listen
or perhaps turn away?
I still brush the ash from my
skin. Still burns across my flesh.
But I don't tell.
Never let word slip that I might
be something like a human.
And I- I wonder.
Will it ever be enough? Is there
any hope left?
And one day, I wonder, if my body
will finally give in
to ever torn, mangled promise
that I swore to heaven to keep.
And I- I wonder
if pain, is enough?
To keep me human-
or something within reach
It's Personal.As I gaze into the the past
I remember you hands pressed to
my chest. Heart constricted as
you were the darkness - or
perhaps, I was the darkest part,
and you just got scared-
ran away cause it's
what you do best. So I'm
left with wilted flowers and
'I love you' on my lips.
I swore that I'd never let
you fades, now all I've
got is an empty body left.
Because you stole all the organs from
my body, smashed it
into the ground. Walked
away without a goodbye, please
to let me go (finally)
But I walk on, through the
ocean, swimming through your dreams.
And when you wake to find
your bed cold. I will be living
on, or drowning at sea. At least
not gasping for air in your arms.
I live on.
I still breathe.
The Devil on Your Shoulder
Wrapped like a gift in sheets, playing the role
of cold turkey while sweat shakes down the flesh.
Frozen in time, forced to see life flash before
the gaping eyes as though a Pale Horse had
come alone in jest and spite.
The rapid blinks that pan the camera angles for
unsettling cinematography make for a trip to an
avant-garde Hades for the audience of one.
Those damned subliminal messages hidden
in merciless metaphors.
Demons behind the curtains, sending in paper
airplanes with scribbled teasing and temptation,
awaiting their gift to open itself and become
a savory meal that would only blend with
the memories of what once was.
A husk once called man will sit, quivering alone
in the room of his own induced Hell, while those
demons cackle and drool from every angle as the
hallucinatory short films escalate into
the award-winning nightmares.
They call for him to come out and play,
with voices like friends and tones like killers.
Strength wraps the blanket tighter, absorbing
the sweat of th
Into the DarkFalling, flying, drifting
Into the dark we go
Following you though you're broken
Into the dark we go
Just One More Time
Those chains, how their cheers can resonate
in wake and dream alike. My shoulders are
strained in time without a proper word.
How bound I am from the starting line of my
own naivety to my lack of bliss in
the lack of ignorance?
I am no longer blind, but climbing my
Jacob's ladder upwards from shame
where chains pull me back
In that foolish past, I was never aware
of these bloody chains that before me countless
others have worn in varied forms and guidance.
Stable ground that welcomes my feet is
above my head, just out of reach as the
seconds take my few grains of sand.
Those chains labor me, like massive serpents
of unholy iron that constrict with
all my struggling.
Take my heart and hands, for alone
I will only fall with the inevitable
results of time and temptation.
snowtwo a.m. bitter winter wind.
lick the bag. acrid taste.
cold crawls in through windows cracked.
it's snowing in the attic.
angel hair on porcelain, point oh-one.
frost blankets my nostrils,
my brain sharp as first step's breath.
ravenous, dip fingers in nourishment.
place on tongue: cleaning agent pixie stick.
it eminates. bright-light vigor emulates
childlike mindset, so wonderfully overwhelmed
yet standing still, rock-steady at the helm.
second time. stand in line
for the second line, a second taste.
dismissive sniff, as in a tiff.
point oh-two; can't feel my face.
icicles melt, drip burning down my throat.
slick grotto-hands tap feverishly.
butane blisters nasal caverns.
i grin from the thrill of its bite.
alert, i bathe in every second of it.
much more for sentiment than any practicality-
would rather see beauty than this sorry reality-
would rather build castles than stay on the ground,
cause it's snowing now up in the clouds.
an ode to our unpretty corpseswhen things can't coexist
sometimes the world just qualifies them on its own
with enough pure madness to drown
out the deafening silence
it is the most tenable ones left distilled
flensed and laid ritual
at the feet of Saint Cecelia
for sainted vultures to circle
and pass over in turn
a la carte [we are]
the abnormalities of this world
variegated and willing
to leave with only our grudges in tact
when cold tentacles of truth have rendered
unleavened post hoc into zinc-
and we have discovered
the subterfuge to be a more heuristic option
- more accommodating, and much more ...
( made fresh to order )
randomgiving me this revelation
i have recieved another chance
at re-entry into this world
why did you ignore me
this reasoning is flawed
perhaps this isn't what
the makers have intended
why did they ignore me
i am here again
despite their wishes
i am willing to release this darkness
only to those who deserve it
there are innocents
among the corrupted
these shall be spared
why did he ignore me
just another instance
in this container of erosion
it all closes eventually
why did we lose each other
Another Beautiful StrangerIt is sad that you're not
the person I used to know, or
the one I remember from so long ago.
A stranger with a pretty face,
and guitar for a best friend.
I see you everyday but that doesn't
mean I have a clue who you are.
No longer the person to clutch
when my fears came true.
So my heart has pushed you
away, after you left me in
But I've got eyes for another-
another beautiful stranger.
And this feeling that has blossomed,
strumming my heartstrings, a new melody.
How do I breathe? If nothing else,
I won't let this one slip away.
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