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Proximate.Shadow fall, in one fell swoop,
giving way to obvious swoon.
Swiftly gone, and come again,
like a rivers flow, never ends.
And the moon, it rises so,
bargaining with life to let me go.
Settling debts with death itself,
placing it soft, so it may quell.
Rotate everywhere, as you may,
lost in orbit, let me stay.
Approximate your inner desires,
to feed your inner burning fires.
Keep and hold me, far too close,
'lest I fall to comatose.
Reverberating.Hush, love of mine,
as you drown in a sea of strings.
Pulling every which way.
For every little thing.
Closing your sovereign eyes to all but the light,
wishing that I may somehow be enough.
Break me, set me free,
gently cut me loose.
As I'm merely an aging clock,
Shattered in wait,
as their cries reverberate off the hinges of my overly filled heart.
We're all but actors in life of part.
In past, present, in now.
Resist me always,
for I am unstrung.
I've settled debts within my aching soul,
but even so I wish for you to not let go.
I've come undone,
and you will never know,
just how far I'll go for you.
The Story of You.And when the darkness fair,
to distant silent rumbles,
my mind it goes quite astray,
and ceases with its troubles.
When the storm gives way to sun,
and when it's washed away,
you breathe your life into mine,
to live another day.
You let me live, and cry and breathe.
Let me break, and let me seethe.
You let me hit you, when inside I'm dying.
And catch me as I fall.
Tell me that it's all okay,
and give it all your all.
You sit me down, tell me now,
what it is about my flaws,
that makes me human,
that makes me feel,
that I am alive.
That I am real.
Hush, hush.Sometimes I line the silver bullets with red,
for the words you have spoken surely, will leave you good and dead.
And I imagine my fingers, as the spool and thread,
which weave together your everything, inside my little head.
And I whisper your name with folly,
and with glee it doth fill me,
with anything and everything,
and all the lies you have lead.
Within the Silver Linings.This isn't but a mere place for you,
to bequeath your memory of me.
But so much rather so,
I so distantly see.
How in by gones, I have wanted for you,
to trail me passionately thereafter,
I've longed for the stars, blooming irridicintly.
Longing still, for infinity.
To go a place where the milkened sky sees,
and weaves all life to which will soon cease.
-but alas, the stars are not quite so keen.
Or perhaps their taste alone, have not yet been weaned,
of lust of humane,
of earthly remain.
In light of such things,
whom are you so fair?
A slackened widow, shackled scared?
For fear to live, the life you cannot.
Or fear to die, for what you shall not.
Alone, you and I
We so seek the same sky,
for alone in it shall I,
know quite all too well,
what becomes of it.
You, the light in the silver so boundless
stand there wondering,
linger in such awe.
But with only two colors to muddle together there,
was there truly anything,
to wonder at all?
The Story of a Girl and her Wolf.Ceaslessly, you wander: but to no avail.
Seclude yourself to silence,
and silence will prevail.
Fondly, your heart so speaks,
of lighter, softer times.
Though inside, it does weep,
outside it does explode in the worlds sully crimes.
And slowly still,
does the moon ever wane.
And shed its harshened light,
to give in to all the pain,
we endure in quiet plight.
Your back is to mine,
you live a rising lie.
even that to which we thought was so.
We all know.
What it is you truly feel,
it doesn't take a slice of fate,
to know that your hearts will steal,
the very light of day,
which softens in the night.
And forgive me so, dear love of mine,
tonight our hearts do dine.
So rip me apart, limb by limb.
See if I give a damn.
Taste my blood, relish the taste,
hunt me as you would a mere lamb.
Destroy me as you would,
as I exist already in sweet nothing,
And let the sound of my dying heart,
be the only sound at all.
Anywhere and anything.Dwindle here, dwindle there.
Go about, everywhere.
To the ends, of the earth.
Through the fires, in the hearth.
In the oceans, and the skies.
Give to me, your echoed guise.
Through hellish fire, reaping hate,
is my will for heavens gate.
Paint in reds, and in blues.
Stain the world in faded hues.
Give to me, your quiet heart
I'll give you mine to write in the stars.
During summer, during rain.
Winter cries out in pain.
But in the spring, I will fall.
As the light gives in to day.
And autumn flurries me swift away.
I am here, I am there.
I am clearly everywhere.
In the past,
in what's to come.
I am here,
I'm not gone.
My Quiet Muse.Sleeplessly, I lie awake,
I wonder what to say.
When the dreams I have do not escape me,
merely steal my breath away.
In my dreams, I escape it all.
Evade the light of day,
the light that washes away the color,
and fades it all to gray.
Remind me what we are.
Your hands, though,
cold as ice,
were untouchable from the start.
Transformations.Break yourself to miniscule pieces,
and watch as every little shard liquifies.
And the warm nothing of once something will transform.
From black to white.
From white to lasting color.
Then watch again as it all fades anyway.
But be still now, for swiftly it will go.
Flowing all about you,
the life in which you surrender.
The life lacking in time.
Your kindness is sweet, but short.
And your breath even tinier still.
We're a time bomb.
Dripping poisonously onto the ground upon which you walk.
Take a step, and you too will see,
what it is to be set free.
Yet here you stand, frozen surreal.
Take your time, my love.
For I'm as timeless as you feel.
Young LoveI was so young
when I first heard
the beats of my heart
pulse lightly upon my ribcage
My toothpick bones,
to the powerful palpitations
And I was still young
when I heard again
the throbs of my heart
pound forcefully upon my ribcage
My metal bar bones,
to the butterfly-wing beats
So you better hurry, boy
as my ribs are becoming
thick as steel
and you’ll soon need a metal cutter
to reach my heart
(And I don’t want to become damaged in the process of being loved).
how to love a girl who can't love herself.get lost under the sun, then
fight the break of dawn.
i am nothing in the dark,
so show me
walk with me,
to the secret place
where i met you
(those turquoise city dreams)
when the sun goes down,
when the moon shines,
(girl of the ocean, let's go
somewhere only we know.)
please, i beg you.
winter me gently, because the earth laughs in flowers, and
red red roses, they're so beautifully
from the back of my throat, i promisethe world is made of talking trees and cloudy water,
and the way you look at me
i'm no artist but i think i've painted your voice at the base of my neck
it's not something you can come back from
and tomorrow won't be a victory any more than it will be a loss
they don't make maps for a place like thisI'm stuck somewhere
between great rollings hills
and a sweet-calm sea,
but the air doesn't smell
of salt or dandelions.
Only this heavy
cloying breeze that sticks
in my throat and fills
my lungs with the sharp tang
of musk and pine
reminds me that I'm
not far from home. And
in the distance there
is a rolling clamor;
a whistle crying long and low.
But there are no signs,
Though I've wandered days
through this strange
traipsing across smooth plains
and sharp plateaus, I've
never crossed the
same path twice...
One thought rings true in
this foreign land:
dear, don't be alarmed
I only lose my bearings so thoroughly,
only become so
to hell with goodwill (que sera sera)his tale-weaving tongue
tastes of crisp linen
drenched in bergamot
locked in by lips
of brown sugar that bubble
a blueberry melody
on his siren songs
drunken on an unearthly state
i drown my earl grey eyes
refusing to abandon the atrocity
that is his bedspread
his vesuvius temper
keep me on the verge of tears
on the ledge of limitations
i know all too well
i can never repel his touch
his gaze glazes over my beehive body
and i break open
raw and wild
sucking on the saccharine serendipity
of seeing this scene
in some long lost dream
his lambent limbs
though scathingly swollen
spread far and wide
such is my
i am peeled
past my quivering
he polishes and pencils
past my profanities
his life oeuvre is
to have me obliterated
come what may
the desolation of this delusion
will one day leave me
to inferno with goodw
What Shall He Be?Oh what shall he be - the one to steal my heart?
Many a man is there in this vast world,
But what sort should I desire?
My sisters have oft said to see him in my thoughts.
To know him there and appease my dreams.
I am slow to act, for what reality could compare to a woman's dream?
But, alas, I do believe
That even I find myself dreaming of him now and again.
And so you ask, what sort of man is he?
Well listen close, for here I shall tell of what sort he would be:
He should be tall and graceful, elegant and fair;
With sweet golden locks of his curly hair.
And have blue eyes that sparkle in the light
Of the sun, bright, as does his smile shine.
His tender words and gentle touch
Would so sooth my heart and troubled mind.
His strong arms would hold me fast in the darkest nights
And chase away my fears 'til dawn.
His sweet lips would kiss me tenderly, lovingly just so.
He would have a heart of pure gold, and be loyal and good.
And looking into his eyes, he would see my soul
And I, giving my
I won't forgetI will always remember
you quietly waiting in the corridors
and opening doors for me to pass through
you drifting in and out of office spaces
and as we walked with matching paces
your smile would quietly etch itself into my memories
of what we were when we were not together.
I will always remember the feelings I wanted to forget
as I walked the limits of darkness every night,
my loneliness like a silhouette
that knew no respite
from the resounding cries
of the kookaburras in the trees
weeping for the heart that wanted to be free
to be with the you
who could not be with me.
I will always remember the voice inside my head
uttering a love that could not be said
across the oceans and the miles
that stretched like a chasm before us
but it was never a distance we did not surmount--
each night a transgression of space and time,
a compression of our imaginations and our minds.
I will never forget these slivers of a past
that used to haunt us with the pain of our non-existence
in a reality we'd
Sleeping VolcanoWhen you kiss me
thousand little needles
pierce my skin
delight and pain
both burning calmly
like sleeping volcano
slowly consumed by
heat and fire
and I bleed
poison and nectar
embraced by your need
and even if
we grow distant and old
fire burns out and lava turns to stone
my blood keeps
screaming for your lips
A Smile, Perchance.Shake the folly away, my dear.
Shake it all away.
For it's just fun and games, I say.
It's just fun and games.
You're the riddle to my fiddle, sweet.
And play sweet songs you do.
Make me laugh, and smile-weep.
Swept right off my feet.
Why so tense, so serious dear?
Never shall you fear.
You and I, we will be dancing.
'Round and round we'll veer.
To the left, the right, yes all around!
You'll sway me to your sound.
The smiles, oh how they dance!
You've stolen mine by chance.
And for 'ere abound, I'll be around.
Like the sun, for now I'm found.
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