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There was gold coming from in between the leaves. A cool crisp wind was around us. Red and gold dance around.
We're tangled in each other. Your voice is poetry.
"How many times have we parted ways just to end up right back here again?"
I contemplate your question while I toy with your curls. Apples. The scent fills the air, adding to the perfection of the moment.
"I mean, we always end up back here in this spot...."
Keep speaking. I need to know you exist.
"It's like...we've made this our home. This is ours. This time and this place. Ours."
I watch the leaves continue their dance in the air around us. A private performance.
"Imagine that...we have our own secret world to live in."
The leaves follow the rhythm of the Earth and waltz for us. Just for us.
I can feel your heart beating.
"I wish I could stop time and just be here."
You're pale. A pure canvas. A masterpiece.
Can you feel my heart beating too?
You take my hand from you hair and lace your fingers with mine a few times before finding home and holding on.
"I wish there were no ends or beginnings..I just wish there just...was...I'm not making sense."
It makes perfect sense.
"You must think I'm some kind of dweeb...talking about secret places and no ends..."
The gold started to fade and the leaves finished their dance. It's getting cold. I pull you in closer.
"I don't want to leave. It's all so perfect right now. It's all so quiet...so right."
We're tangled in each other. Your voice is poetry.
"How many times have we parted ways just to end up right back here again?"
I contemplate your question while I toy with your curls. Apples. The scent fills the air, adding to the perfection of the moment.
"I mean, we always end up back here in this spot...."
Keep speaking. I need to know you exist.
"It's like...we've made this our home. This is ours. This time and this place. Ours."
I watch the leaves continue their dance in the air around us. A private performance.
"Imagine that...we have our own secret world to live in."
The leaves follow the rhythm of the Earth and waltz for us. Just for us.
I can feel your heart beating.
"I wish I could stop time and just be here."
You're pale. A pure canvas. A masterpiece.
Can you feel my heart beating too?
You take my hand from you hair and lace your fingers with mine a few times before finding home and holding on.
"I wish there were no ends or beginnings..I just wish there just...was...I'm not making sense."
It makes perfect sense.
"You must think I'm some kind of dweeb...talking about secret places and no ends..."
The gold started to fade and the leaves finished their dance. It's getting cold. I pull you in closer.
"I don't want to leave. It's all so perfect right now. It's all so quiet...so right."
To Us
Here's to Icarus and his wax wings.
Here's to the Sun and all it scorches.
Here's to gravity and long falls.
Here's to botched attempts.
Here's to infamy.
Here's to sunken ships and icebergs.
To failed launches and reentries.
To scarred arms and legs.
To blurred nights.
To slurred words.
To misplaced loves.
To crushing heartbreaks.
Here's to idle gossip.
Here's to jealousy.
Here's to vicious cycles.
And the prisoners stuck within them.
Here's to acceptance.
To understanding.
To knowing why and how and what.
To finding.
To rising.
To learning the lesson.
To protecting and growing.
Here's to the ones who pull you out.
An
Exorcisms and Outpourings: A collaborative piece
Were you but a phase for me to flail and writhe for?
I dug
and dug
for one small glimmer of a lie you fed me
Audacity and atrocity
You tell me who to be.
Was your defiant grin worth my heart?
Was the victorious anthem worth my head?
Keep all of me as consolation.
There's blood on these sheets
and none in my heart
you took everything I had
now misery my soul familiarity greets.
Remember the late nights
The sweat and the passion
Your endless blue stained by secret desire and...
So many other passions
I was and am the last to know
Your secret is safe with me.
i took part of you - your secret key
Did you love me?
Did I love you?
Was it jus
Christmas Lights On The Ceiling
Electric lights cut through the ink that make the sky
Artificial stars matched by glowing warm embers falling from cancerous sticks
An ambiance of slurred words fills the night and soundtracks the uncomfortable silence I'm sitting on
Plastic cups
Torn couches
Old faces
New phantoms
It's all so illusory and abstract
But it's all happening right here and now and it's been happening
And it's going to keep happening
At least...until it stops
I'm just a witness
A faceless, voiceless void
A phantom
A voyeur for non-salacious acts
A blind eye for lecherous criminal hazings
There's empty laughter in the corner near the aluminum dispen
Marker on Paper Towel
About a week ago I was spending some time with a friend when I came across some things I had written on paper towels at work. I'm not exactly sure where my head was when I wrote these, but I think they're pretty nifty. They're very short and very manic (the handwriting on these things tell me so.) So... here! I type them up for you and show you pictures!
The first one. It's very very short.
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I felt them enter my veins
Stealing my life
My mind
and
My soul...
I haven't the heart to tell them yet
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This second one has a bit about a "dull hum" which is strange because I don't think that person was on my mind at that point. Well..
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