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My Grandparents' Verandah

I see
The white painted pieces of the verandah
Scratched away by a harsh relentless wind.
It leaves behind bilged browns;

Rusted remnants 
Of chairs,
Of walls.

The cement rips,
Falling below

To blend with rocks and stones
In the barren and sterile garden.
Though the tiles plastered with grimy mud
Is enough for algae to grow.

They have decayed,
Like the flesh of the once young man 
Who gazed to the oceans in bliss.

They have decayed,
Like the skin of the once young woman
Whose lips quenched his eyes.

It has decayed,
Like remnants
Of a memory;

Trickling laughter and
Chatter churning from

A blend of emotions,

Have cascaded away,
Gone with this putrid wind;
A jagged silence
Now plaguing the walls.

As remnants
Of a past generation.

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Some Fine Wine

As I sip,
A burning slithering between my throat and belly,
Thoughts whisper,
Wrapping themselves around the
Thumping heart.
No one        -nothing-
Can do that.

Yet it aches;
The burns surrounding
The pulsing flesh
Of my stomach.
Is it heated with desire?
Sometimes after, it can come to pass,
And I find my mind
Trudging in the darkness;
Slightly warped-
Tattered,
But still;
The individual remains.
And then, (perhaps)
Whatever it is 
That gives me reason to be more than just skin,
Is touched only slightly-
Like sand between toes,
Silk against cheek,

A burn in the belly-

And my mind tosses itself into a pit.

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Cycle

Hopefully I'll die
By ultimate sacrifice;
A promise through death.

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A Fit of Emptiness: Finding One's Self

Sometimes I daydream of cannibalism;
Eating the body of myself.
A self driven by inadequacy,
I want to rip myself apart
And feel it die slowly.
As I sit,
Dreams transparing to reality,
I find my teeth clenching the brown.
And damn it hurts.
It hurts so much.

Finding myself
To destroy it,
Another shard is broken from me
As if each time I gnaw against my flesh,
A part of me is taken.
And when I wake,
I find less reason
To care as it pains.

One day
As I nourish my inadequacy-
My want to be needed,
Its roots gripping against 
The rotted remains-
There will be emptiness.
Nothing will be left
But a cannibal.

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An Ode To Time Who Heals All Wounds

Times have changed,
And I still think of you.

We are not the same -
We never have been.
Yet these thoughts trickle inside of me
Pooling 
Towards the desire. 

Oh, how I miss the days of heartbreak. 
At least then there was passion.

I miss when my heart was utterly broken.
Each beating shard that gleamed 
From the light of my tears
That soaked into my every breath -
They were cured with passion.

Now times have changed.

The essence of your being was refunded.
Who once conformed has now rebelled. 
Quite frankly -
You're not even f***able anymore.
And yet -
I still think of you.

What voodoo, what magic
That you do in malice
To have me this way?

Far away,
The years have gone.
Passed away, that person - gone.
The memory so pure
Of the being you were.
You exist only in mind -

Where I think of you.

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Dead Bodies and Pretty Flowers

In her last breath,
Her phantom slid in the air,
Dissipating into nothingness
Just as she was nothingness.
Laying draped in our tears
Hades cuddled her lifeless body
And smiling,
Clawed her by the skin
Dragging her beyond our understanding.
Nothing to claim for our own.

Lunch arrived.
Nibble. Crunch. Chew.
Dead never tasted sweeter.
Sucking the vitality from her,
They push up beyond her decaying flesh.
Brown. Raw. Destroyed.
And into a fragrant spring.

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Love Thing

She will not say she was Predator.
She knows she was
(She has that throbbing memory to
remind her)
But it's in her intuition,
Her breath (her life)
To be Victim.
Let her play the part.

"It was like a game of chess
Against myself and I;
I won
And thus I lost-

We met by fate
Intertwined by what we loved
The ice gradually cracked and broke
And I wanted his flesh on mine,
His breath on mine
But he wanted me wholeheartedly.
ME!

But I was too torn
I am torn to pieces.

Yet I consented knowing...
Knowing...
I will break everything
So long as I'm broken
And without action,
Without thought,
He was made broken
And now he breaks everything.
A pestilent sick that penetrates.
How was I supposed to know he would grow ill?"

Now nod.
Smile until your jaw cracks,
Else she'll bicker
Til you do.
Don't show signs that you tracked her lie
But show pity...
She doesn't deserve pity
But smile with pity
Pity that the b**** lied to you.

That she deserves.

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Suicide Cheats Death

It was cold.

Death's fingers
Resting on my forehead.
The nail
Scraping, scraping,
Skin scorching
Of pain.

"You want darkness
Or heaven?"

He cackled, losing grip
On the nail
Bludgeoning
For blood.

"Time's a wasting."

The wind stopped blowing a long while ago.
Death composed himself;
Pulled the nail out
'Til the roused red
Spouted out

And the cold resurfaced.

"You ain't scared.
This suicide?"

"Death.
If only you knew,
How much I craved
For this to end."

The frostbite quivered.
Death removed
The deadly weapon
From the skin.

"I'm a murderer.
Not a liberator."

Death.
His charm tensed,
As his tongue rid
The blood stain from his white digit
Forcing exit as a bitter belch,
And a satiated grin
Carved on his
Phantom tint.

"I'll be back when you have a purpose
Eh?
Ain't no joy for me when there's joy for you."

And he will.
Yes, he will wait.
Patiently,
Waiting
To grace my blood
With his twitching nail,
Edging icily.
For it will only take
The whisper of a smile,
A soundless breeze,
To summon even the remnants
Of his presence.

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Time and Money

"What is the time?"

The blue coloured sleeve
Plummets to the elbow,
And the precious metal strips
Aiming for numerical notes
Catching in his
Reddened eyes,
Swollen to perplexity
Registers;

"Sorry. I've lost track of it."

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Love: Contemplating On Your Doorstep

(Oh, how time goes by, hm?
It's been
A long while 
Since she last said 
Farewell.

(She remembers;
Your smile
Despite your unnerving hand
Said you wanted to plenish
A rogue tease
On her lips. 
Which was fine 
Then.
But time went, 
And desire disguised itself,
Spiraling into satirical hatred. 
And somehow between
Ponders and dreams
Of whispering tickles
Inside your ear,
She escaped a fate chosen for her.)

(And maybe that's why she came.) 

As I stand here
Below your window
A tattered red 
Wired on my face.
Despite all
Banter against it,
I could not help
But be here.

Don't get me wrong.
I argued it profusely,
Though you'd say I always do.
But as I stared into the mirror,
Into the eyes of desire
It was inevitable.
Fate as you too, 
Would say,
That my fingers should grasp
That dress you once loved
And quiver its stream
Upon my skin, 
Flowing loosely into a 
shimmering waterfall.
You know I wouldn't have worn 
it
unless,
Well-
(How should she begin?)

Remember?
When the splattering color
Thrashed its way upon
The black canvas of night?
You stood off
Away.
And I stood even farther.

I called to you
And wished you all the best

-albeit the deafening insult
I cradled with wishes
echoing in your humored mind-

I meant it.

The words were as genuine
As the heart throbbing
Under the chest
As I watched,
Lost in those colors
Thinking of,

Well-

Forgive me.
I should have called
And declared my timely arrival.
You probably have
A matter of importance
To uphold.
But as I recalled
You loved sugary treats.
And maybe when your diligence 
ceased
For just a moment,
And you craved a sweet for 
pleasing,

Just know
You would only to place your 
hand in mine
To take it

(Why isn't she quick to the point, lad?)

I'm sorry.
I know you'd like to hear this
From someone else,
Spewing it from their throat.
But today
Disguised in all that you 
love,
I wanted you to understand.
I was hoping,
All that changed would be 
devoured
By what I needed to tell you,

If I could.

(If only she could.

The truth is,
She knows it is
A fated destiny.
Though one that does not start 
here.

For even if
This door swung open
And her heart bloomed.
Even if you wielded
The words of 'I', and 'you'
And 'unsheathed destiny'.

Even if
You scorched her soul
Fervently with honeyed love,
Where before the crafting of 
your hearts
From friends, pains and time
To be sharper for yourselves;
From you to her and her to you,
I'd have to say
With the essence,
Of everything I am
That it just isn't meant to be.)