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I tie feathers
to deer antlers
to keep out
bad dreams,
the scratches on
my hands are
in the shape of
wagon wheels,
fret boards,
dead president-actors.
I once tried
to carve hate
into myself
but it skimmed
my body of water
like an oil spill.
I've had three lives.
One as Pompeii—
ash eating into
my scars.
As a butcher
I sliced to bone—
threw up Technicolor
into a king's throne.
In my first
I lived as a mole—
blind & running
into walls,
living nightly
as a virus.
These deaths
were planned
blitzkriegs on
the soul—
polka dotted
& gas masked.
Scorched Earth Policy
carried out until
a new mind
grew from
the soil.
This is a game
of telephone—
it meshes into
new truths
with each passing.
to deer antlers
to keep out
bad dreams,
the scratches on
my hands are
in the shape of
wagon wheels,
fret boards,
dead president-actors.
I once tried
to carve hate
into myself
but it skimmed
my body of water
like an oil spill.
I've had three lives.
One as Pompeii—
ash eating into
my scars.
As a butcher
I sliced to bone—
threw up Technicolor
into a king's throne.
In my first
I lived as a mole—
blind & running
into walls,
living nightly
as a virus.
These deaths
were planned
blitzkriegs on
the soul—
polka dotted
& gas masked.
Scorched Earth Policy
carried out until
a new mind
grew from
the soil.
This is a game
of telephone—
it meshes into
new truths
with each passing.
Literature
You say you love me
You say you love to hear me ramble, yet you always cut me off.
You say you want a future with me, yet you see no future for yourself.
You say you love to make me smile, yet you always make me cry.
Literature
No Symmetry
He's the lone wolf in the woods,
She's the graceful doe in the grasslands.
He's the lost boy in the cities,
She's the sweet girl in the parties.
Yet the butterflies stringed them together,
While their gaze locked their eyes.
Yet he saw something that wasn't right,
While she thought she knew that was time.
Two stars met at the same time,
Although only one shone bright.
Two worlds met at the same time,
Although only one portal was seen in sight.
The wrong key to the wrong lock,
"The hand finally struck 12", she smiled.
The wrong half to the wrong heart.
"I'm a zombie and she's a human", he cried.
Literature
Love?
I cannot imagine why Love,
my love,
my anger,
my guilt
at this moment,
consumes the remainder
of my pleasure.
It seems that
despite the silence,
my wounds
are not healing.
It doesn’t matter…
I weep in agony
and my heart
is nothing but a shackle
to bind my pulse;
my existence in this…
comfortable destruction.
Emotional walls do talk;
much like a silent smile
can break across a face,
and tears can betray.
Perfectly good emotions
fester in the soul,
and what were once traces
of complete and tender
caresses of passion while
resting in comforting arms…
are now scars;
numb,
deep,
and cold
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mmm love the ending =]