I built an altar in the hollow of my chest,
And carved your name in bone where beating used to rest.
I light the candles with the fever of my plea,
But you are blind to every flame that burns alive in me.
You drink the water from the well I bled to fill,
And leave me parched and shivering upon a silent hill.
I am a ghost that haunts the edges of your sight,
A moth that turns to ash against your unregarding light.
I stitched my skin into a carpet for your feet,
And count the heavy bruises as a victory, bitter-sweet.
You take the warmth, the breath, the marrow from my spine,
And never once acknowledge that the sacrifice was mine.
So let me rot inside this beautiful decay,
A quiet shadow that you’ll never brush away.
I am the heavy earth you walk upon without a care,
Condemned to love a phantom who was never really there.
I love this road.
Every little mound, and every crevasse,
Flower filled, to the brim.
The moths and mosquitos caught in my headlamps.
Trees of aspen and oak keeping me on track.
And here, the night clouds are much darker than the night sky.
And jets zoom 50 metres above my head, asking,
"What are you here for?"
In which I respond, "I'm taking in the sights."
"This road is beautiful."
"I wonder where it ends."
"Does it really have to end?"
And as for the rest,
Every single time, at every single jet,
I'm shaking, trembling, I'm speeding at each bump.
Pot-holes ruin my suspension.
My engine weakens (believably gently) at the thought.
My brake pads and wheels through the wearing of my rubber--
They're guiding me slowly out of this car.
And here, glowing brighter than the moon, I ask them,
"Why are you so weak?"
In which they respond, "I'm just burning bright."
"This road is beautiful."
"I'm wondering when does it end."
"And, will it end before me?"
you asked me how to walk with scissors
I said my dear,
that's so bizarre
that's like asking how to get to Georgia
without using planes or cars,
a better man
than myself
would've told you
darling
if you wanted to learn how to walk with scissors
you're better off crawling
you hold them by the blade my love
just like you did to me
you tell me that you love me babe
but I cant stand to watch you leave
I'll watch you walk out that house
I cant tell fact from myth
I begged you just to stay a while
then you walked out,
with the scissors you stabbed me with
now I told you how to walk with scissors,
how could you do that to me?
now I know to hold on tight
because the scissors belong to me
Fill your heart with not pain and sorrow
But remember me in every tomorrow
Although the living cause pain and grief
My going has given me a heart and relief
Remember the love and laughter we had
Tell the end when you feel sad
Don't tell how it feel likes
Show them that they are the real spikes
Don't wet your eyes with all these tears
Maybe it's nothing but all your fears
Because I know you are good and nice
Don't waste your love for something very stupid you wise
digits, emojis, abcs
compose a code
an irregular ode
void of literacy
cursive, capitalization, punctuation
go old school
immediate mass communication
has no rule.
how we connect
changes with time
words can’t reflect
your heart and mine
When I look at the races
God has made us win;
The battles He has fought for us;
How He has continued
To purify our love,
I am left with nothing
But tearful eyes of gratitude.
It's the trials and tribulations
That have strengthened us:
My prayerful man!
Seeking forgiveness and mercy;
We all need that everyday of our lives
And gratitude, God has completed
His favours on us:
And showers of blessings everywhere:
If you submit to God,
You walk to things others rush for.
A thought of you passed by my brains,
What we have been through;
I wept uncontrollably on the bus;
I had to hide my face
In my handkerchief:
Those around me could not help
But notice the frequency of serenity.
Drops are falling now,
As rains from the sky and tears
From eyes, miles away
Won’t slip from
Mind’s eye of yore
Won’t let foil
The cull I’ll make
Live for truth
Not for figment
Just leave the past behind
09.05.17
If iniquity is in your head
Far away it should be instead
Of all the Joseph's looking for a manger
You are the one in great danger
As the guilt of sin plays on your mind
Participation will safe human kind.
I try to convince
But I have taken too long
my love has moved on
I dreamed of shadow and of sun
A lucid outline, twasn’t much
Like lines and riddles often touch
Between, I found, my love
That time is riddled with these lines
--so juxtaposed
Memory cannot feel like hearts
She cannot beat nor burst
But with her vivid statuesque
She moves.
There is no silence bright as sun
Save memory where it runs
The wake and fall are both the same
There beauty has no shame.
There is no silence as the hearts
Whose hearts in beating beat apart
Unwaiting like the past
Forgotten lines of love
A sunrise in the rust.
Was e’er a moment held so calm,
To dull and silhouette our lives,
Like Tithoneus weeping with the dawn,
Should find Elysium in those eyes
Uncloth’d, my mind in tearful thoughts concedes,
A vision of thee ‘neath the moon,
I gently press my will toward thee,
And ever vex my soul with you
Yea! Thy beauty finds me vex’d,
As tho’ some poet never told,
With words, yet eloquently breath’d,
Of all the wonders that ye hold
One roseate portrait of your smile,
Like an opera well rehears’d,
Sets this savage soul on fire,
And bids me as the desert thirst
My passions know no other bounds,
Like silhouettes these words confine,
My soul, one tear opaques me now,
And births an opera in my mind
One vision how the Nile runs,
Strange goddess to this tear,
In other moments melts the sun,
And then thy beauty with the night appears!
My love is like a corpse
Upon the gothic floor
Where I have wept till soul is dry
With eyes like corpses when they rise
Behold the sun which melts away
Dying daily with no shame
What shone what found I cannot say
But love is cruel in its way
A kiss like vampires delight
To feed so rabidly at night
As lips of tender crimson drip
Strange man should pine to die like this
And low a shadow in the trees
With moon—and sun upon her knees
Tis darkness in its velvet garb
The mother of my morbid heart
For there are shadows like to trees
They grow surplanting us beneath
Their roots are sorrow in our heart
Such is the macabre of their art
As when upon the listlessness of world
I roam or linger and the breeze
Has coughed and spat its mist on me
A kiss oh naiad of the night
Those lips have cursed my mortal plight
A kiss as soft as corpses breath
Imparting unto me
Some faint but mellow memory
Of love-as love is tragically
The Yearning
Never, does the yearning go away
Never, does one forget the ONE
Never, does the heartache stop
Never, can one ever feel quite whole again
Never, ever, as it seems, will I ever be with you again my love
Try as I may, again, and as hard as I can
Try as I will, again, and never get anywhere
Try to the point where I forgot, again, what I was trying to do
Try for the sake of trying, again, because one simply has to
Never, ever, as it seems, again, will I ever be with you again my love
This is it, what now if this doesn’t work?
This is it, this is truly it and I know I’ve tried my very best and then some, to no avail
This is it, even knowing I’m out of options now is hard to believe
This is it, I’m at a loss for words and my spirit is completely shattered
Never, EVER, and what will feel like forever, will this chapter ever go on again….
AND
NEVER, does the yearning go away
Let me rip your heart apart,
to find where the pain began,
let me live inside your soul,
and I'll help you if i can!
Nothing they say,
can justify,
what they did to
you,
so let me be
your Halloween,
and you can be
mine too!
We can live in one
dark room,
together we'll be
bullet proof.
And when they
come to find us
dear,
we'll defeat them,
and live off their
fear!
No one at all,
will hear a sound,
as they lay down
on the ground,
begging for their life,
darling could you
pass the knife?
We'll get them
straight,
they won't succeed,
use all our hatred,
make them bleed.
Follow me,
into this dream,
this little dream of
ours,
they hurt us both,
and now avoid,
but we'll kill them
under the
stars!
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