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Damaged Expectationsbutchered pulptenderizedwith salted wordsthrobbing beatdrownedwith silencecavernous woundexposedthrough a blanket with holessomething turned to nothing
One Word From Youstripped downin a place of stuckleftwith a vow of adornmentlips sewn shutwith the thread of pridemy tongue picks at the stitchingand a single syllablewill not slipfor fear of further piercingbut, a wordone word from youwould spread the seam with a rip
Twisted Corsettwisted corseteager handstangled in stringsof the heartloversdenied timeslip away
Straight Mouth Lift Your EndsStraight mouthlift your endsopen upand wideshow your secretsDisappeared laughtergive voicerelease the peal withinroll through meand outrumble my bodytorture my throatleave me gasping for airSmiling lipswelcomeyou're a vision of curvesgrabbing whistles as you strut bystay with melight my facechange the world
but interrogatives were never introducedif i were to say what i want how i want when i wanti would talk of you you and me you and she you and theyi could speak to the trees mountains clouds sun and seei would declare:shaded life peaks soft white density with a glow from my eyeslove tingles even with a ghost and family in the mixwhere doesn't matter why scares me who is ibut interrogatives were never introduced.
A Short Love StoryYour tearsare the watery graveof my heart.
A French Kisswarmpinkwelcomeinvasion
i found your lips on the groundi found your lips on the groundi put them to my cheekcradled them lovinglythey spoke to me promisesin feather-light caressesimploringi give them back tothe crisp green grasswith tearsi don't pretendto want just part of you
The Betrayal of Lumenlights danceplayfully, strikinglyagileas they waltz acrosshertear-stained, blood-drainedunlocked face
Alternatively, Zeros and Ones a measure tempered in shadowstime talks zeros and onesspeaking binary with a slip of the tonguehe divulges the rules of give and takea salve, a killeras he passes, he heals my heartforces my eyes openhe knows my bodymy facegives me no respitepulls me closer to my end everydayand yet my heart beats a staccatoupon seeing his face every morningi love him, i hate himi hang upon his every wordwhen he talkszeros and ones
Break my fallBroken skinpeeled by cloudsin my fall from hopeAsphalt absorbedin landingseeps inturning me to stoneHardened heartstillswith murmured cryechoing to silenceWake mefrom this nightmareBreak my fall
disillusionmentdisillusionmentswallow back tearspast the mountaina bitter pill lodged in my throatacrid taste disintegrating hopethe flavor tasted over and over againlike the heartbeat in the dry, cracked skin at the end of my fingertipsa pain that cannot be hiddena constant reminder of being too openwinter's gift
i taste your desire in meyour breath on my cheekshivers to my lipsraces with minesharing moist heati taste your desire in me-i hold you in my thoughts
White Winged Thingwhite winged thingswimmer of the earthsoft soaring shifteri captured your soulflying lowgrazing my fingerswith soothing stillnessyou set me freesilent harmonyin the peaceful existencethat was you
Happy BirthdayHappy Birthday Lizzie woke up at dawn. She was too excited to sleep. Normally Saturdays were her sleep in day, but today was special. Today was her mommy’s birthday. Her daddy was going to be so proud of her as he didn’t have to tell her to wake up, to not sleep the day away. Today she was a big girl, able to do for herself. She was now 8 years old, no longer a baby, daddy told her so. With that in mind, she was going to dress herself and do her own hair. Even though Lizzie had not seen her mommy in a long time, she could still remember how beautiful she was. She remembered how her mommy smelled, always of vanilla. Mommy used to tell her it was because she was in the kitchen all day baking. Lizzie did not really understand this, but she didn’t want her mommy to think of her like a baby anymore, so Lizzie would just nod and tell mommy how much she loved the smell. It reminded he
DarknessThe DarknessHow did she get here, teetering on the edge of the cliff? She didn’t know how she got here, this ledge, this moment in time. She just stood there. Her dress, dark like her mood, bellowed around her as the wind started to pick up. She was dressed as if she came from a funeral. Perhaps she did, her own, or at least that is what it felt like to her, as if she was already dead. When you die you stop feeling right? Is that why she couldn’t feel anymore? Is that why instead of emotion, she just felt nothing? As the wind swirled around her and the sky above seemed to grumble and roar, she did not feel her red hair as it was slapped haphazardly against her back, nor did she feel the searing pain of her tiny split ends hit across her face like sharp razors. She tried once again to remember how she had gotten here. She barely remembered the crushing pain in her heart as her weak
Two hearts beating the sameYour eyes stare into mine like the depths of the seawaves of emotion lapping at my consciousnessWhispers of tomorrow and yesterdayblend into the presentwith jarring accuracyHope and fear waft through the airin jumbled sensibilitieswhile trust builds and fadeswith the passing dayEach heartbeat an eternityof the here and nowfighting the might have beenworried for the soon to comeAs the day turns to nightwe dream and dare to hopebut with each dawning raywe also fear the separationof all that was and isI will stand here at the crossroadsand wait for fates handI will let the wild dream of hope fill meand fight the fear within...Two hearts that beat such a strong rhythmcan never be torn apartunless they so chooseit is this belief thatmust sustain meabove all else..We will never be separated again
In a world of broken promisesIn a world ofbroken promisesDreams are for the weakSo many lackconsciencesYou can't trusta word they speakBut true to the wordof liarscomes a tale sowell knownThe burning pyresof hope doever roam
Every second awayEvery moment I'm awayfeels like I'm a breathaway from certain deathYour essence I lap uplike the desert laps upthe falling rainlonging to be wholeI stare into your eyesa parched soulMemories of your touchlinger in my psycheteasing and tantalizingCalling on all my strengthto control shuddered urgesto beg for moreEvery second an eternityof longing and daydreamingfor the next time we may touchYour voice stirs in meimaginings that have lainsilently biding their timeLike a cat waits to pounceI ache, every nerve on endstirring at the thought of youAs time moves slowly byI long to soar to youto fly...Come to me in whatever fashionjust please, unbridle all your passionSo we may lay to rest the questionof whom loves whom best
Some stories are best left untoldThe glass eye is on the window sillis it just me or are you ready to kill?a dagger, a gun, a sword through the heartTimes wound, torn apartunfinished the word,Leave, you solemnly sayunfinished, undeterred,time must hold swayfear not the reaperfor this too shall passdo well to fear the keeperof this last, pastthe smell, a rose, the ice on the glassthe portent of things come to passthe music, it darts and it sways in timeNothing goes in a straight lineclose the door, shutter the window, let the curtains fallpay no heed to the sounds down the hallCool the reddened tide within,Let the wheel of fate spina thread cut today, a line tomorrowunchallenged pain and sorrowFear not the past, for it has no holdsome stories are best left untold