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My broken glass vase’s broken melody

My glass heart is empty
It’s been cracked and filled and cracked and filled.
I know your eyes as I know mine to cry
You beautiful, cracked thing.

It’s been too many years to count and care
Love and memories will carelessly fall from your hair.

“I love you” I wish to say, as you say only to the people around you.

You and I sit side by side,
With carelessly wide careful eyes.
I fight with you almost every night,
But I’m asleep before you can make sure we’re alright.

You and I like making art
Like making mess, and spewing heart.

But vase of dying flowers I’m sad,
This heart of mine can hold no man.
My trust is broken, maybe true
But I still trust my love for you.

Though no response I got from your image. You spoke, I felt “I love you too”

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There exists no slave of Hecate

There is no slave of Hecate
it’s sea soft shell saves and covers me
though no bliss unaware 
but the pull of her hair 
drags her back to reality

though sand soft curves
It limestone hurts
your pink poker hands
on fire they burn
and prick at the skin
of a lizards sin

there is no slave of our Hecate

with twisted nails
filled: grime and mail
brush liquid lines
on cupids cry

find black dog spines
not in her eyes
but wool worn lies
darken the skies

hello to a friend of Hecate.

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I'm gonna do it like I've always done it

When I walk through a blink of a garden
That hugs my legs
And calls my mother
To come collect these shards of broken glass

I felt it on the kick of my leg
With hours and more hours spent 
Asking for a chance to restart

There wasn’t even a miracle
To call and ask for a redo
I felt the pain when the bullet hit my skull

Because I’m a far cry from preschool
And I’m not dressing up any leg wounds
It never really was a simple time

I want to bleed on a classroom chair
And ask my future why I went there
I want to see the lights start to dim

When I was locked in the lovers shed
With pair of dice and grenade pin
I cut my hair with the heart that seemed to break

Because I’m not at the bloody creek
I’m drowning in the heart
And I do miss the way the stars would burn me up
It’s been a long day with meteors 
And it’s not for the faint of all
It’s only another day, another laugh

I lost my soul in a blink of a garden
I sold my heart to game called do it
I’m never gonna get a restart

There's a heart inside that starts to blink
And a mind so blind it starts to think
I wish I still had the guts I left inside a kitchen sink

I’m holding my breath
But my breath fights back
And if I would sink
I wouldn’t sink like that
If I’m never gonna get a restart

I’m gonna fight with a will called “move!”
And I’m gonna die like I meant to do
With a piece of glass still stuck in the back of my throat.

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Your only child

You lay your only son on a pyre.
Blood dipped in sweat he calls out to you and claws at your sleeves
The very cloth on you is unmoving and unshaking.

He screams unrelentless tones but you are not there to see it.
You are elsewhere, you are where your wish is.
I strike at the fire like it will free me, but it surpasses me in both strength and experience.
When I find I have lost you, I find thorns on my burns.
I have known you not long enough to leave scars on your life
but I am unrecognisably hurt in the flames of my prison.

Blood and sweat are torn away from me.
Burnt, gone
Then I am slowly taken by heat
Your gone

Your eyes, voice, life, a memory.
Slowly, softly, haunting it clings to me.
I barely heard the wish I died for,
It was for you to have a child.
I hear it from a distance
I heave my last cry

Only the fire hears me.

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I spoke my moving mind

My heart was breathing rapidly
My ears were thrumming silence
Filled with the joy
That came up beside me

I was seeing sounds that spoke
Into my moving mind
It took one glance and told me
That I would never die

Breathing knowledge
Thinking truth
Speaking to the all of you

I sound was rest upon my shoulders
Lifting me to speak louder
I saw the truth float through the air 
And sit down beside you

I knew it then
That I would never die.

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Save them that you hurt by hurting the world

You’ll kill your only dog because you don’t remember the sound of a bullet like him. 

The sea rises
The sea consumes
The sea doesn’t give back

You’ll fear a never coming fire after you hear your cousin burnt alive and hide from the smoke you don’t inhale.

The sea rises
The sea consumes
The sea doesn’t give back

When you looked at an unfamiliar face and at unfamiliar people and watched their charred skin and face wrinkled and bent from screaming and crying didn’t you think of your own home.

Slow reaction
Slow movement
Slow to help a different home

When you looked through your eyes and saw devastation, did you help them, or did you crawl in your bed and throw plastic to the birds to eat in your sorrow?

Slow reaction
Slow movement
Slow to help a different home

When the sea rose and the sky fell didn’t you forget such long ago that you learnt of the reality. Did you forget in the following months while eating ice cream from the tub in the welcome of your home about those who lost everything they owned to people like you?

The climate moves
The climate changes
The climate takes as you took from it

Who did you hurt and why don’t you know their faces?

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I walk the line of grief until I fall

I walk the ambitious lines of laughter
I wallow beneath the unsavory sky black.

I could wait and explain the feeling of losing a home
Or I could wait until I forget.

Dirt beneath my bloody nails
Sweat and blood in my fallen hair
I bury my thoughts:
Six stories down, six miles away, six feet deep.

The shovel stands taller than me
I am not hurt, I am not in pain
My head feels heavy
My heart feels empty
I cannot stand or feel my legs.

You whisper in my unwashed hair
I feel it and I am realigned with care.

I am outside in the cold far from my home
I am where I buried them.

Slowly, I drag the dirt away.
The closer I get the more I can hear your whispers
Mundane words become sacred
A hope in my mind newly bloomed.

I see it, a rock.
Buried in a hole
I hold it and feel your hands on my neck
I hear the last things you said to me before you died
I see the last times I saw of you before you died
I plead but can barely muster a sound

The story ends in my head
It’s the same as the first time that I will never forget.
It’s the death of my family, my home once again.

Tree sap flows from my eyes 
It sticks to my heart, and it wrings it dry.
I fall asleep in my prison of mud
Tired, alone, afraid, without love.

I walk home with shaky hands
And try to find a way to forget
So, I can do it all again.
So, I can see your face undead.

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Wind cannot shatter your tree of glass

Wind cannot shatter your tree of glass
Your performance of involvement pushes you afar

A moon can shine with euphoric light
It shines and tries to avoid its dark side
But you stand, shifting, alive and in place
Hands steady 
Shakes buried
Somewhere not today.

Your breath a sign of angels
Your soul not out of place
A beauty in your angles
And not a line of hate

You chose this path
Here not tomorrow
Not to live in the past
To be chained by a sorrow.

It’s a beauty this distress
To be chained as the best
A wish became a lie or hope
Until you found you were far from home
This feeling to belong
In the sleeves of an angel
Took and killed the parts of you
Until your wish became true

All that's left is a husk of memory
Made into human by hopes of divinity
Is it too late to regret
Changing what was said
A choice spoken to a soul of glass
To be changed and be made into a tree of man

Now all that's left
Is the choice of man
But you think you might like to change one instead.

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I built a throne to hold my heart

Once on a day of ice and cold
I set out to build my home a throne
Dead cold pricked my skin
And reminded me of its breath
I sat upon a polished rock of guilt
But that too wanted me dead

Through more nights and days then I could count
I built the best seat in man
Not gold it was made from, thorns and courage
Told stories of history to keep it intact

Alone late spring, it felt no longer hostile
Hopes and dreams sewn in a seat of roses
It smiled to me from a distance
And brought warmth to my home
My castle of history built on senile stone
Now turned into gardens of beautiful greens

The wind brushed my hair gently
And I felt the warmth of it hold me
And ask me my name.

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Promise of the cemetery

I’m walking beside a garden of stone stilled angels
Their eyes are unmoving 
But their soul is cowering

I’m cut between the heat of the earth,
The burning sun and the salty sky
I can’t choose the dirt in where I will lie
But I can choose the way that I will die

There's a towering night overhead
With its sword filled with promise to topple me
I’m poised ready for the journey ahead
My legs churning
Heart burning
Away at my flesh

I’m running with the staining salt air dying my sweat
There are rows of roses left out to forget
I’m watching the rocks crumble
The angels ascend
I’m standing alone at the cemeteries end

There is promise brewing in the sea salt sky
Telling the future not where I will die
But where I will lay
When the time comes to say
Goodbye

I’m breaking apart in pieces of stone
That topple and make up my brand-new home
It’s carved with a smile
It took me a while
To realize that this is where I belong.