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the scars on your shouldersthe scars on your shoulders
are braille to me, so that i
can read your skin, so that i
can know you better.
i like to listen to your heartbeat
and how it resounds differently
from mine, just so beautifully
like two songs played in tandem
to harmonise in rounds;
i like to hold your hands
and rub your back
so that maybe my love
can find its way through your pores
and seep into your blood
(never can i find the right words
to tell you just the way you feel to me)
and to think that and how i nearly missed you
makes me miss you more
every minute and mile we spend
i can't sleep with another body
in my bed,
but sleeping without you
we are not a fairytalewe are not a fairytale.
I am not the strong lead with a heart of fire,
bones of steel, and eyes of vapid curiosity;
motivation seeping through
my every last intended action because
I was written this way
(the heroine falls only to rise again:
proverbial phoenix, burning out
because it is the cycle of my
life) and you, you are not
the beautiful travesty, perfectly composed
to strike me where I’m weak and
[almost]human, delicately woven
like the tapestry of my dismantling—
a subtle irony where somewhere, a writer
chuckles softly, understanding
we are blinder than church mice, born
in a makeshift world of darkness where
Onceyour beauty lies restless behind those
hills, where you fought valiantly. and
the man you once were was brave and kind,
but now you are possessed by a passenger
of darkness, whispering words of your
the man you once were is forgotten, and
the man you are today, is only a ghost, a
shadow, of what you were before.
SurelyIt was raining
when we kissed for the first time,
for the last time.
sunk into the shrunken space
between our bodies
and divided us
like nothing could before,
like everything will
until that never again
when we will
see each other once more,
Your eyes were
that bewitching shade
of dull brown blue
with all of the light darkness
in a placid pond
around a pupil
overflowing with vacancy,
and my frowning smile.
The winter heat
fell like a rising tide
for our every breath
was another death
so black and full of life --
embracing our boiled ice skin
as we drew apart,
came together and broke free
Condemnedbeneath the beaten earth they lay,
their dreams condemned to ashes,
and our restless bodies stretch,
for forgiveness, for direction –
survivors of the abyss,
amidst wide-eye, silent soldiers –
so many dead, so many maimed,
how many graves are we standing on, today?
FossilizedLiving proof of fossils alive,
and no horseshoe-crab am I.
Nor, inhabitable harsh compression of plates,
residing under humid marsh-scapes.
I mold into the walls, as chalky old coal.
But I am no mineral, no era.
I am not, Mesozoic.
Through the ages
silver, gold and heroic.
I remain a still-life; and no Iduna's apples would retain my youth
No magic fountains, or time devices, or wrist watches.
I am the machine of time.
The watcher, omnipotent, the wise.
no God am I
Somewhere, sweet tangy sap trolleys down cracked bark.
Somewhere, celestial bodies erupt unseen.
Somewhere, a abrupt breeze blows overturned bi-cycle tire
I conjure the moon
as dusk crests,
a wave across the sky
I am lovely and lonely in
the night, shadow-
shackled to the mountainside
and the moths
unfurl their hamsa-wings as
mama calls me in.
bookworm“there is no such thing
as reading too much.”
that is what I tell you
when you insist
that there is some danger of
becoming lost in the stuff—
mistaking seriphs for serpents,
swallowing a story so whole
that its hook
sticks in my throat.
“there is no such thing
as reading too much”
I tell you, bold-faced,
surrounded by snakes
with a line through my lip.
There’s a knife turnin in my soft parts
And heat burnin my mind on hard starts
The motors runnin but I lost the wheel
Just want it to be numb don’t wanna feel
Take two steps back and put it in park
Before I leave scarred up black marks
I need a u-turn on this highway
But can’t go back on the by-way
So look ahead, the pavement goes on
Break the rear-view mirror it’s gone
Put it in drive
And say goodbye
Let’s see how fast this bitch can fly
nightmarethe foxes are at your bedside and singing--
songs of boiling thoughts
and broken muscles.
they sneak so quiet, and
you can't quite
Here and There, Now and ThenBurnt umber dawn, swaying electric trees
Thousands of souls chant in the summer wind
Journals of the dead are read by schoolchildren
They awake shaking someone else's dreams from their heads
Static electricity on the nape of your neck
In the television, on your phone, in your dinner
The calling of a murder of crows from the trees
You remember the view from the hospital room window
A smorgasbord of life and limb, death and decay
The antiseptic smell has an undercoating of rot and dirt
Talismans won't work any more than prayers and candles
Soldiers still fight lost wars, glory in the faded night
Tall fences are built to keep the worlds separ
Puppet My tears fall,
My heart beats,
because of the
VaseA broken heart can be excavated.
Damaged tissue can be scrupulously removed
and the cracks can be sealed
with the molten trails of gold solidified.
The upturned cavity,
once proofed against further damage,
can become a pulsing vase for tulips,
because even though your heart has been broken
it is still valuable beyond comparison.
silver dreams.i won't say a single thing
about what you and i did that night.
it wasn't anything bad, we were
made to do it.
but the way your tears fell down
in the shape of a cloud
and the pounding on the doors
told us the stars were calling.
more like the gates of hell, but
you think stars make the most delicate
Lost In ConfusionMy mind is spinning without a rest
emotions whirl and twirl around
A merry-go-round gaining speed
Until the world blurrs before my eyes
What's happening? What's going on?
The simplest thought slips away
Right from my mind, fading so fast
Trying to focus, I stare and stare
Until my eyes are heavy and unclear.
I don't understand, what is going on...
Emotions rise and fall again
Within the blink of an eye
I'm crying, laughing, and depressed
A rollercoaster ride that never ends
Am I losing my mind in this ?
I try to close my eyes and rest
But the world spins me around
I feel like I am failing this test
Voices and noisies echo in my min
Once, long ago, my grip was strong,
No sign of slipping
But then something changed
And they pryed at my fingers
The sweat on my brow was dripping.
I tried to hold tight onto my ledge;
The impossibility keeps tripling.
Now here I am one finger left;
Slowly slowly I'm slipping.
Orange and pink,
Yellows and blues,
Colors and shapes
Of all different hues,
Is what I see
When I close my eyes.
You think I am crazy?
To me, no surprise.
I am happy this way,
And I cannot complain.
Born this way?
Nope, not so.
The people around me,
Did this you know.
They made me crazy
But thats just the brink,
When you look at it,
I am not as crazy as you think.
You talk to me like it matters,
That I care what you say.
I wouldn't give you anytime of day.
You say things like you know me
And you've been there all along.
But maybe you'll open your eyes one day
And see that I am gone.
More than once you had a chance
To prove yourself to me
Maybe to be different,
Someday to love and care for me.
Instead you persisted,
Never changing; not one bit.
Until the abuse became too much,
And I took the final shattering hit.
On that day you changed me,
And shut my heart away.
Years go by and then I see you,
And sorry is all you say?
Apopogies cannot fix
All the damage that you
Frustrations of Volleyball
Enough, please stop!
I can't take the shit anymore.
You comment and joke around with me,
This foolishness leaves me bored.
I don't want another comment,
Shut up, its not a game.
Are you jealous of me?
Tsk, Tsk, what a shame!
You kid with me everyday,
But I don't find it amusing.
You say and say and pick your fun,
I seem to find it abusing.
Don't seem to know what you don't,
If you're told it would change the story.
But until that day when you know,
All you should be is sorry.
For all of you it comes in degrees,
Three of you, its the worst.
Yes I may laugh at you,
But deep down inside it hurts.
I will always keep my silence
A cooling shade,
A relaxing breeze,
The quiet calm whispers
That rush through the trees,
That makes the wave in the grass
And makes the flag gently flap
While writing stories
In a book on my lap.
While the sun is shone above,
Briefly smothered by clouds,
The birds chirping becomes increasingly loud
The comfortable grass, so soft to lay,
What could be a more perfect day?
6/9/03 (Edited on 10/3/03)
You know me so well,
Do you really?
You say what you feel is love,
Is it really?
You say you would do anything for me,
Would you really?
You say you could give me anything,
Could you really?
Why does it seem when you tell me
These things, I cant believe you?
You say that we will last,
Will we really?
You say that we can grow,
Can we really?
I say that it is the end,
Is it really?
BailoutThis work of fan fiction contains characters, ideas, situations, and places found in the Hasbro Studios series "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic". No infringement of copyright is implied by this work of satire and parody, and this work is meant as a celebration of the people involved in the creation, development, and production of the series.
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