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PushYour methods are punishment
the way your words fooled
a snug chest cavity into
If I could mislead you, I would not
with a sharp-tongued allegory
but with the intimate force
of two small hands
Searing overburdened shoulders
fingernails against blades
reading ruined skin
one last time
Delicately severing our
CowardiceI found I still enjoy the swing set…
Guess I’ve never really been grounded
while that song of ours played on the radio.
I really felt it though.
It was as if you where there again.
Like you never left in the first place,
that contagious smile still splitting your face
Reality set with the falling sun…
My stomach growing sour as I swayed
the pattern reminding me of the one I broke.
The sickly sweet laugh that made me choke.
How am I supposed to sleep sound now?
Knowing that as this day gives to night,
I have simply turned my back toward right
In VeinThere is but one
That I let in
Free to crawl
Under my skin
You twist, you turn
Through every vein
Blood and shame
It's what you do
My gift to you
I am me
With you within
In need of you
Under my skin
How hard it is
Being so strange
myself, in vein
You love me,
Love with pride
Bury my wounds
Not your eyes
Pain InflamedI found a sheet of paper
and filled it with my pain
words then turned to ashes
as the letter danced in flame
The pen dispersed my anguish
shading once blank pages black
my cramped, determined fingers
fought to end hidden attacks
A match struck at the corner
sent my sorrows glowing bright
the dark swirls of redemption
spiraled to refreshing heights
Remains were sent to Heaven
lifted upon a gentle breeze
my fingers slightly blackened
my troubled heart set free
Tortured SoulI have found myself somewhat careless
the way my mind softly whispers your name
how I now have to struggle to hold you in
my clenched teeth, your prison sentence
Failing, my mind conjures up false delusions
your presence, your brow furrowed in thought
your eyes testing my wit, jaw taught with want
for these precious moments of mine, you exist
Standing just steps from me, still unreachable
my own personal torture, yet I revel in it willingly
the distance between us, my unyielding bonds
feet glued to where they now tremble, my lashing
Such a silly mess, to fear one's own creation
my heart screaming your name in frantic beats
watery eyes fasten shut, until alone once more
though the spirit that is you still flows within me
ResignationDowning milk like gin
sleep fails me again
due to a heavy heart,
an alliance torn apart
This hallow night aides
as the darkness invades
your half of our flame
now doused by my shame
I toyed with your hand
like I did with our plans
their undoing, my fault
wounds laced with salt
I loved you; still do
but there is more to you
than this tragic little town
and me holding you down
SeveredMy pain is not raw, just a constant dull ache
Making it that much harder for my fragile frame to take
You were my structure; my boundaries drawn fine
leaving edges to crumble from within their confines
Our last moment together our arms remained linked
soaring high in our sky-swings, laughing in sync
Tended roots intertwined, our hearts stronger as one
now with my half in hand, I watch as life comes undone
A wretched sinking spiral into reality's dark depths
you were never grounded, though off the ground I was swept
My best man, my Bible, I will follow till no end
flipping through the pages until I find you again
Dirty DancingThe lyrics sting
crawling into me
in ways unforeseen
dripping with sin
the chorus sinks in
curves and elbows
the click of stilettos
Swallowed by notes
a tune in the throat
carries us away
to sides we sway
Blood red cheeks
our heat released
in perfumed swirls
and tight brown curls
Chest to chest
battling the unrest
devoted once more
toward an encore
Tale of FairyWhat would you say
if I told you I couldn't stand you?
If I told you that when your arms are filled with me
is when I am the emptiest.
When our bed is the last place I want to be
but I have not the strength to leave it.
My mind wanders to a far off place
during unfulfilling conversation with you.
A place that would put all romances and tales of fairy
to bitter shame.
A place that this magicless world would mock
in misunderstanding and ignorance.
What if I told you that I dream of a love
so fulfilling that it could never be quenched?
Not by you, or any of mankind for that matter,
due to the absence of creativity in this land.
Our relationship is fractional,
a drop in the ocean,
when compared to my wishes.
Dreams that make this realm black and white
with the lack of luster it provides.
This world, real life, the human species
is utterly and completely uninteresting.
I am only happy when I am not in it,
whether submerged in false hopes or slumber.
So, for now, I love you
due to the fact
Life is a Study of ContrastIf not for the darkness,
We wouldn’t know the difference
Between a star and a ball of dust.
Life is a study of contrast.
We get dark,
Not to fall apart
But to shine.
BrokenI'm not broken,
Just a little bent.
All those words you've spoken,
Just left me a little dent.
My heart isn't shattered,
It just has a crack.
Sore, bruised, and battered,
But my tears I hold back.
Please don't worry about me.
I'm fine, I swear.
I just want you to see,
That I'm still able to be repaired.
Even though I'm hurt, damaged, and weakened,
Even though I've felt so much pain.
It doesn't mean I'm truly beaten,
It just means that I'll need a little help again.
Bad HabitI think I was your drink of fine wine,
only used when needed from time to time
I'd get you tipsy, as stars collide
Your drunk, slurred words
blending in with mine
(I couldn't even comprehend
when you said it wouldn't happen again)
I think I was your cigarette break
when anxiety filled,
from me, you'd take
One puff here, and one puff there
(I could barely hear
when you said, "I'm sorry, dear")
I think I was your line of cocaine,
thinking I'd be there to ease your pain
I'd bring you higher,
head suspended in clouds
(So I knew it was fake,
when you said, "It was my mistake")
I think I was your bad habit,
and ignorantly, you were mine
You continue to relapse, my dear
But rest assured:
I won't this time.
How to Hug from Far AwayType and write, your arms wide open,
smile through emotions, the warming moment.
Far away, but so very close.
For the friends and family, you love the most.
Create a letter, then press enter,
send your love you’re no pretender.
Across the sea, one day you’ll meet.
For friends and family, you’ll one day greet.
Retrieve a message, return the hug,
feel so better, a different love.
From different lands, gentle hands.
For friends and family, who make you glad.
It’s easy to hug from far away,
But harder to feel, the warmth we need.
WallsTell them all your secrets.
They'll never tell a soul.
They'll keep you standing up
When your body's had its toll.
Beat them in your anger.
They'll never scream or cry.
They'll let you vent your feelings
And never pester why.
Hide within their safety.
They'll keep you tucked away.
They'll let in just enough light
For you to know it's day.
Unrequited LoveAn act of admirable courage
from the sincerest of hearts
a love that I cannot encourage
the feeling in me then departs.
Do not be in solitary confusion
I have a burning determination
do not reach the wrong conclusion
but I must reject this fixation.
It is not you, nor is it me
please do not lose all hope
but I believe this was not meant to be
I know that you will be able to cope.
A heart with fervent ambition
may not be able to settle as easily
a pretend love cannot come to fruition
truly, I do care for you deeply.
Forgive me, how selfish am I
for turning away such a great love
please don't let your spirits die
No words of appeasement to think of.
I apologize endlessly for your unrequited love.
Is it too much to ask?I don't understand what's wrong with me today.
It feels like all my of friends have drifted too far away.
I've tried to be strong and fix all I've wronged
But nothing goes according to plan.
And I just want to back up, stop and start over again.
And these days are the loneliest of my life.
It feels like something is wrong but everything seems alright.
Are they trying to avoid me because of being me?
The past is the past but I hope I'm not history...
All I want is someone to talk and stay...with me.
Is it too much to ask for a little time and company?
Maiden of the Olive Oil TreeMaiden of the olive oil tree -
caryatid body, color of cream,
how do you fare against the crumbling temple?
How do you fare against the pressure
weighting upon your chest?
For you have long kept this temple,
broken, like a mother.
You have long adorned it
with your cultivated crest.
But when the framework falters -
the foundation all decaying -
will you climb the olive branches,
free, no more inept?
And bathe in oil satin,
to smooth the ancient scarring,
as time releases tension
from your ankles to your breasts.
Our Last ChanceIf the world turned its back on us
and God chose to resign
I would find a way to show you
that you always have been mine
As mountains fall into the Earth
and lives are ground to dust
I will bury words within your skin
while deflecting your disgust
Fires render oceans dry,
bodies in their wake,
You and I alone remain
with one frail chance to take
Toppled buildings, shattered glass,
the last rain we'll ever see,
but your fear of us cuts deeper
than all the sky hurls down at me
So when the world comes to halt
and pitches one last fit
whether in this life or not,
we will make it.
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