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the letter of our life Sincerly,
I've started at the end; that's where we began. This is all backwards. It's what we are. It's not fair to me, that you are stronger when we both share the same pride. If opposites attract, we wouldn't know. Differences are many, similarities abundant. We're both made of ice, but together...somehow...we melt. As our forces oppose each other-youawayfromme-meawayfromyou-this time we don't go. There's a reaction and we both end up alone. Did you want that? I didn't. I'm sorry for the damage I've done. I don't want to admit my faults but I guess I just did. Perhaps we can never be.
1.Does a person need a reason?
She gropes for a foothold
(someone to hold her)
and echoes of her troubles
shake her insides.
Superhuman hero hath no fear.
Carry her shattered remains
to the catacombs
(safety buried deep)
Naked soul, she's up for grabs.
Tell me what makes you tick-take-talk.
"Listen to the birds. Soon it will flood
your emptiness. Your impurities can't
win me over"
She's losing it, losing this,
"Edgar Allen Poe killed me in a
wine cellar last spring."
She hates you, they hate her.
Indifferences and identity
can't define character;
just a drivers license.
augments her gash.
Bleed bleed bleed-
bits and pieces of my words.
mold them to your desire;
this is what they mean to
tell me that
i love you
in a way only i understand.
do i really?
i love the word
for it speaks of my mind
scattered and clattered
by his musical
ricochetet off the walls.
he's far less (yet very close)
tell me again why you
i love you,
i love you,
the moon and the
stars are no surprise.
i've fallen right here.
leave me deadDon't touch me.
You're the best and the worst.
I can't finish my thoughts;
you abduct them.
Weave your fingers through mine,
maybe I will like this.
please just let me go...
let me go!
Don't touch me.
I swear it, I will.
You gave me a taste of what
I fear and used to dream.
Congratulations, lets hear some applause.
You make me sick.
please just let me go...
let me go!
Don't touch me.
I'd rather be alone.
Hannah's SongLost in the depth of his resplendent eyes, blue and bold in the pale moonlight. A fine smile kidnaps her breath; he spend his day with someone else.
Honey coated melody of his voice...radiate through her secret heart. He does not grasp her actuality nor abounding love for his distant soul.
JoyYou fear reprimand,
love feels so far away.
That blade leads you astray.
Your life is not unplanned.
Don't refrain from tears.
Have faith; you're not alone.
Scars and lies...heart turning to stone.
Do not give into fear.
You said it's art...
the result of a mistake,
and happiness is fake.
This breaks my heart.
Traitor of My HeartCrippled hearts.
Complications led to empathy;
admiration declared from the beginning.
Insecurity held me back-
consisting words of refrainment.
Potent pursuit to make me fall.
Factual I will be.
Opposite occurence of my life...
despite, my affections climb.
Uncertainty screams in my conscience.
Flattery was birthed in deception.
Affirmation is a promised death,
abrupt came betrayel of trust.
Adaptation of a dreaded loss;
just my luck.
Silver tongue, slippery words, tumble downhill.
Faith like shattered glass,
puppy lost in the rain,
begger with only a coin.
Life like a reciprical.
Well pondered apology.
Too late for the return.
Forgiven; but unbelieveable.
Struggle to regain confidence.
I won't take the journey
of a simply unworthy cause.
ExpressionYou've finally reached me.
I finally trust you.
I hope I don't overstep,
when I speak.
The depth of my feelings
may come as a shock
You're my best friend
but there's something more.
Moments spent with you,
I'll treasure forever.
Are you listening?
Without you, where would I be?
My intentions are honorable,
we have our boundaries.
I don't mean to confuse
yet I'm not sure if this is right...
Perhaps my feelings
are different from fact
Can emotions control truth?
You're always on my mind
Patience is a virtue-a fruit
Love is complex
Far too many for words
Lightening strikes so fast
Is that why I've
missed so much?
When you find your wings,
and learn to fly...
may I come along?
TransformationOut stepping my shelter, following His footsteps
An act of faith with a roar of intimidation
My enemy hates, he attempts destruction
Darts, arrows, piercing blades
Wallowing in defeat, I see no way out
The attack prevails, I dive toward the floor
"God please, please! My knees are bruised,
My tears are gone, can't you help me?"
Beyond the silence and the fears, God speaks
His voice is like honey and sweet to my ears
His words are a shelter, obliterating fears
My heart absorbs His strength and might
Spoken are the words of triumphant victory
Uplifted hands tremble in awe
Rising upon weak knees, rejoicing while weeping.
God has saved me!
Comprehending my purpose, I progress
Marching alongside the lifter of my head
Declaring His name through every word said
Pursuing Him into obscurity
Trust presents a vivid light
Could it be possible for God to fail?
He has not, nor will he ever
He is God!
Flesh reaches it's closure, God has taken charge
Promised victory has now come, outreach increased
swallow the universedecay remembers you --
fever breath and ocean-eyed ghosts,
secrets that smoke with poison desire.
we wake only to drink, to devour
the naked voices of dismantled stars.
glass kisses turn into granite lips
and pillars of salt; a haunted embrace
melts into the cracks of the universe.
Love is not blindLove is not blind. It can see clearly.
It looks past the boundaries.
It defies the judging stares of society.
It is a force to be reckoned with.
seven.my nights for the last weeks have
consisted of liquid
poison, smoke in
and the chilled sound of
wake up with my
head half off the sidewalk,
surrounded by shards of
and a faint touch of
[ill pick myself back up on my own two
feet.. and stumble back;
eidolon longingbreath salts open rooms
that entomb my idle hants.
in gloomy aberrance.
when the pulse was flaunted
remain the pursuit
of lanterns haunted.
questions flung like
furtive surface glances
ghost through iris eyelines
with an epiphany;
this search sparked
full body shudderings.
shuttering every window
and portal alike,
a light threatened by
the tending toward pulsatory spikes.
aorta, i spied you
spidering open your eyes
sliding the pursuit of dawn
through your dim sight.
with the sun, beat,
you forge forward for
warded window panes,
a rhythmic wonder repeat.
but eyelids live locked,
a careless cage holding
in this socket shock.
tock and tick that slick swindle options;
your image a lit blossom in a bottomless pit.
i’m reaching, but god, this
isn’t possible when
you’re this obstinate;
i am a fossil you’ve discarded
with hardly a sniff.
snuff me out, i’ll sputter devout and wish
my cardiac espousal had been more
let the great world spin.she once claimed
to fold paper for a living.
you had the audacity to believe
verses shaped to mise (on settings
of the briny deep) would never meet
i did, too.
tonight, rest lays base on a map
prematurely authored oceanus:
here is where i dream. set sailed
paled ail by her pneumonic seas
self-principled body of grief.
you are here, not lost to time
generated artificially over
wavelengths & frequencies that bear
no pause to the commas you never
seem to run out of—
no, you are here
with this volume-developed sense of space
& function, charged
by the polarity of our proselyte, inconspicuous
you are here
prostrating unmockingly, together
our own innocent novations.
but you survived her shipwrecked fatigue
with your own to hold. you
hardened your skin to her vesper’s
abstracted tease, anchored this trial
to wholly consented cardinal release
—you are here with me, cooled & serened
by her pa
You killed me.Honesty is supposed to be a desired thing,
a good thing,
a true thing;
an open line of communication
a mutual show of trust,
a reliance. But my honesty leads to fractured ribs
and a crushed oesophagus
with the administering of
the lethal inje
and It shall bein the beginning
only something there
to remember It;
sublime in tongue, It
descending graceful from
an impossible It,
emerging pink & flesh
from the slime,
chaos & oozing breath,
and for the rest of days It,
is no more beautiful than we remember,
no more miracle than we proclaim;
we still to search for
as if this metal
in our blood isn't enough;
as if this moon rock
in our bones isn't enough;
our bellies, either
half full or half empty of
But the universe
does not owe us anything
just how the stars are unapologetic
What is it really?An apple can't fall too close to the tree.
Love is a hurricane.
A spoonful of sugar makes your symptoms worse.
Laughter could be a cure.
Actions really do scream louder than words.
You don't get all of what you see,
and if you can't feel it, perhaps it does exist.
Building up walls keep people from climbing over.
Just because you need them doesn't give you an open door.
No one will chase after you even if you run away.
Equal and opposite is never the reaction.
Forgivness is easily forgotten.
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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