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A Freshwater Soulyou didn't dream he'd tear blank walls, whip
furled fists, let partly tattered tales slip
early echoes, and allow
the lonely ships to sink, baring bows.
sail sea. river, remove
yourself far forth. prepare to prove
that you can keep a gruelling grip.
After the FallWhere teardrops have fallen
flames will also rise,
they are invisible angels
obvious in demon eyes.
Cute LimerickA cat and mouse live in my house
and I each day they tend to rouse,
chasing each other all around
waking me with fighting sounds,
but never do wake up my spouse.
Through the Eyes of the Monster"You're so much easier to see at night
and even though you've trapped yourself,
into the darkness of a steadfast cage
there emanates from your past a light..."
Walking down a wet paved path
A mother and child cross the street to avoid me
And I can't help but think, good idea
Wish I could run away from myself too
Ripped sweatshirt and drenched
From sleeping on cardboard all night
Dad just needed a break from me, that's all
It must be hard on him, me as a burden
They always ask, "Why are you so wound up?"
I don't know, but I do know the knot in my chest
Only gets tighter and tighter
Until I snap
Outbursts, causing trouble, wreaking havoc
I think maybe a part of me even enjoys it
And it sickens me, the look of pity and fear on their faces,
And I want to say I'm sorry, but I can't.
So I'll just hate myself for being a monster
And wait for the next time I snap
Maybe I'll throw a chair across the room
Or scream at my mother again
But it won't matter, ca
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
treasure to me, and this note becomes my confession.
Sincerely- I typed this, but I'm sure you'll recognize the handwriting.
How to be Found in Eleven Simple Steps1. Understand that you must be willing to give up the fragile solitary universe you created from the instructions given on page three.
2. Spend more time building from the ground up. It will take longer, but you'll like the result.
3. Rest when you are weary and remember the times when you were strong, hear that strength in every word that you speak.
4. Keep in mind that you are human, and that survival is weighed against life more heavily. You are survival. Life is your goal. If you disagree, move to step 5. If you agree, skip to step 6.
5. Return to 4 and repeat until you believe.
6. Live not in fear of doing something you'll regret, but in order that you won't regret not having done something.
7. Leave for home and release the heartache. It is not your home now. You are a wandering spirit.
8. Taste the different air in every footstep, weigh the light that feeds your shadow, and take comfort in your solitary walk...
9. See the countless colored souls that walk about, and how eac
destiny not includedat the core we are all exactly
who we're meant to be.
as for the rest, it changes
incrementally while effective
forces slap, shine, and scrape
our rough surfaces into
their most depressed shapes
but it's up to us what we'll do
with the bare-boned instructions
each package includes
I spoke your nameThere are pieces of me six feet below Crown Hill
in unmarked graves. One sitting on a window sill
drying in the sun until you put it in your pocket
to give you strength as you stare down a bullet
three years leaving the gun, a piece of me bursting
through the pavement and into the brick, scorching
the one piece of me that hopes you'll try to save it.
I wake in bed with words scrawled
in blood, sweat and stained tears
across the lifeline of my left palm
greeting half-sunbathed memories
swimming at the limits of my hips
-once, you explained love to me
and I listened from the inside out-
a dull headache and faint echo of
her lingering sonata become proof:
we don't need lungs to breathe.
Mourningand I still don't know
what was on your mind,
when the bullet struck,
or if you felt any pain
before you fell
and the world went dark
if there was some sort of peace...
though I've heard it's difficult
to sleep when covered in blood.
but I know now
how precious and fragile a thought can be
when just seconds are the difference
between life and death.
I don't know
if you saw any lights,
or some other kind of angel
coming down for you
I often wonder if you spoke before you died:
your voice is the only part of you
that the world could not chain,
so I'll hold on to the fading
echoes of your words
for as long as I can.
but I know now
what separates sympathy
empathy and pity
and that being sorry for a loss
doesn't make anything better
it never did or will.
I don't know
when the end came or when
Lost LightsPeter Pan, with his hands cupped,
tempts the Moon Mother with his smile.
Shy stars peek past her skirts,
wondering why such a soft soul
holds heartache an ally.
"Look closer, children; he's here
to guide ghosts--lost lights--home."
*Powercut*Climbing stairs by candlelight
Darkness thick with mystery
Alert to danger, cold with fright
Curiosity this dark night.
Candle's flickering shadow
Dance macabre clearly seen
I'm not intrepid blood runs slow
Sinister spectre, malevolent glow.
Frozen moment on staircase
Imagination likes to tease
All is well powercut ended
Electric light - the stairs a breeze.
The Princess is DeadHer survival was hung on a thread
For her body was covered in red
The only taste she had of life
Was quickly ended with a knife
For, alas, the princess is dead
She lay in her eternal bed
As her deep wounds slowly bled
Death clasped her soul with malicious grace
As lifeblood taints her gorgeous face
For, alas, the princess is dead
The young girl was then led
To a place to escape her dread
She watches the spirits through sun and snow
Her home now Hakugyokurou
For, alas, the princess is dead
A Day OffOn a day of no responsibilities my conscience sleeps
allowing me to become a part of a movie,
fly through stories as I read,
time with loved ones who are so much more than friends
reverberates laughter sweeter than music
and lets me slip into myself, completely relaxed.
I lay, stretched, looking like a cat in its blissful state for relaxation
dozing and waking, dreams and daydreams blurring as I go in and out of sleep
Soft sound comfort me, and I sing along to the musics
Tunes from movies
mingles with parodies made by friends
all recited in a lazy perfection, as if I were seeing the words in front of me; reading.
No one watches my actions, or attempts to read
my thoughts so that I might never relax,
instead I surround myself with old friends:
warm pajamas, fuzzy socks, and a forever sleeping
doll. Our story rivaling those in movies
set to instrumental music.
Should I choose to make music
through flipping pages as I read,
or setting a soundtrack to the inevitable movie
that will follow
LimerickingMy Neighbour upstairs is upset,
He can't find a name for his pet.
"Tell me, what should it be?"
"Peanut, Lucky maybe?"
The Goldfish cares not, I would bet.
A Sestina on Growing UpI had always been a timid child
One who hid from monsters
And shrank from daunting roars
Which threatened to swallow me whole
And, I think, I used to be more afraid
Than most, for people terrified me too
When young, I used to feel too
Much - others were un-emphatic and this child
Was loathe to not be afraid
Of the way humans were monsters,
Those who appeared hale and whole
And then turned and taught with roars
Louder and louder, grew the roars
I braved the jungle of courage but it, too
Large - tangled - chewed and spat me - still whole
Onto the minefield of maturity. Which child,
When confronted with such deceptive monsters
Would stand fast and tall, yet not be afraid?
I, it appeared, was brave - and afraid
I stood fast - slouching - but the roars
Were harmless - I realised that the monsters
Would not harm me, and this too
Clicked, connected with a thought. I was no more a child
Who ran and hid from the behemoths - I was whole.
This happy thought was fleeting, but whole
The creatures r
Judgement, Part 1until you breathe against your will
for long-lost hope, caught in a lie
by desperate screams for one last pill
to stop life warping, but your eyes
still see, and insomniac fear
(from blood-soaked wrists at two a.m.)
twists the world you once held dear
to shreds. Only you can see Them,
eyes mocking every crimson smile
you paint - but it's the only way
to hide yourself, just for a while
before they whisper: that girl's cra...
Valhalla Awaits(Valhöllr biðar)
Ek veg harðliga.
Ek tek brand ok veg vándr fjándmaðrinn.
En hær dey ek hræða eigi.
Ek ganga prúðr við Valhöll.
MistsPericles wandered around
Through the leaves of red
The ones that fell aground
The trees that were bare ahead
Cast strange shadows faintly
On his slowly walking form
He hungered so blatantly
Wanting so much more than norm
Eyes searching for real worlds
But his surroundings offered
Empty and thoughtless swirls
Blank songs the world authored
He felt a sudden entrance
The Spirit of another man
The two began to dance
As only two lovers can
Like two deer as they prance
Pericles closed his eyes
He fell down onto his knee
His heart let loose cries
World suddenly so free
"Open them" Spirit said
"See what this world can do"
Slowly Wolf lifted his head
Other creatures had come too
Great masses of animals
They felt the Spirit's chance
Each gathered for the great dance
And each eye full of wonder
A beautiful mist arose
Orange and sweet it did wander
Like the pretty water flows
Revealing them their founder
Swirling about their bodies
Lovely tendrils of smoke
Forgetting all their
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