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mutilateddarkness bleeds through the walls,
chains hanging, wrapping cold bodies,
distant echoes of scraping metals,
steam filled lungs are abnormalities.
uncertain presences of soulless entities,
glaring eyes following my silent steps,
recycled cold bodies made in refineries,
twisting, bleeding, ripped out biceps.
mutilated, deformed, dark and evil,
screams of a thousand trapped bodies,
clotted blood fills the cold veiny vessel,
darkness bleeds through flooded arteries.
She mattersShe unloaded her pistol and untied her noose
She dropped her razor blades, threw them away too
She wiped up the blood that she had on her skin
She lifted her head up, ready to start again
She descended her heart to me like an angel from above
After holding on to life, she finally found love
Something changed inside her and she decided to live
She had heart a full of joy and a lot of love to give
She wiped away her tears and held a smile on her face
Now she's happy here with me and we found a better place
She thought no one would miss her, they'd just leave her be
Now she knows that she matters, because she matters to me
We're all mad here.God's biggest mistake,
She sanded away
just to see her wishbones.
Calling boys peaches,
hoping they'd taste
just as sweet
Mad cats and top hats
had her questioning
her own rose garden reality.
Because upside down
is right side up,
and holy rollers think her
much too butch for her own good.
As she prefers lipstick kisses
over slithering tongues.
SupernovaShe only ever wanted a real reason to scream, collecting her tears in jars and hiding them behind Poe and Hemingway; she secretly hoped for an ocean to call her own. She would name it after an aged bird spirit, pain manifested in many a Gods imagebelieving our vast universe formed by the callused hands of artists.
"They must have a sick, twisted sense of humor." she said, eyes on the moon.
And I asked her "Who?" curious, because I'd yet to figure her out.
"The Gods; they give dead stars the prettiest of names."
She'll Never KnowThis pain, its like it eats away at my very being, what I feel for her. And it hurts, this wanting, and I hate myself for it. And she'll never know.
'X' Marks The SpotI am a pirate,
a ghost among the sunken ship
of your treasure trove heart.
Like the last bit of rum in the jug,
I enjoy the way 'fuck' rolls off your tongue,
as if you invented its meaning.
I try to articulate that one syllable,
match your way of speech-
You've never needed to dress your words-
dip them in ink or paint them in poetry
upon the exotic map of my sun-kissed curves.
I have drowned so many times
in the green sea of your eyes
that I am coughing up seaweed
& weak bones.
You tell me not to speak-
that such words sound dirty on my tongue
that my spine is made for beauty
and not for a bounty.
But you, you are a plague
light-years at sea
and I am finding the ocean
& salty siren lips.
To Have and To HoldI know her.
I know how confetti-light caresses
make her weak at the knee
and how she always tastes of champagne.
So I kiss her where she is white as lace
and rouged as the rose petals she scattered on the bed
that first time.
Vows, low as the sun, stutter from her throat
and I know she will keep them
as I take her ring finger into my mouth
and bite where her band will lie.
I know her.
I will know her, for the rest of my life.
Unconditional loveWill you love me when I no longer have arms to cradle you in?
Or when I no longer have lips to kiss you?
When my heart stops beating and my lungs begin to empty
Will you shed a tear for me?
Will you love me when I no longer have eyes to see you with?
Or when I no longer have ears to hear you cry?
When my mouth refuses to utter as single word, and I can't say I love you
Will you still know that I do?
Will you love me on the rainy day when I rest in peace?
Or in the proceeding future where I am no longer there?
Will you move on and find someone else to love?
Will you know that I am content with that?
Je t'aimeShe told me, "I love you this much!"
stretching her arms out
as far as they could go, fingers taught
I looked at her, eyes smiling
and asked, "Only that much?"
"That's all there is." She replied.
And I agreed,
"Vast oceans can not compare our our love,
Love in a wheelchairI know you envy the birds in the air
Flying freely through the sky without a single care
The horses that run, freely through the field
Or the eagles in the sky moving without yield
You're thought you were rooted to the ground, for the rest of your days
No wings to carry you, through the depths of this maze
But before you shed a tear, or even let out a sigh
Put your hand in mine, and together we'll fly
Your legs refuse to move, yet your heart remains beating
Your spirit runs with the wind, though your body remains seating
Your soul spreads out, beyond the sun and moon
Every day your heart grows, like the flowers of June
Your love will take you places, you legs won't let you go
If you ever had doubts about yourself, there's something you know
I didn't settle for you, because you were all that was left
I chose you to be mine, because your far exceeded the rest
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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