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Only A MemoryAs we walked under the stars
All you could see was the smile on my face
As you held me in your arms
You could feel my heart beat in place
It was the 31st of December
Hours before another year marked our lives
A day I'll always remember
I can't believe I let the time fly
I loved every aspect of you
I knew what I felt was real
But I wasn't ready to move forward
I wasn't ready to let you in
It was a mistake to leave things like that
So many things unsaid...
For a long time I was broken
I couldn't live with the guilt, the strain
I didn't know how to just let go
I had caused so much pain
You never knew how much you meant to me
But here I am
With a smile on my face
Knowing you're happy
And knowing my pain didn't leave a trace
MissDo you miss me?
Were our memories something you always wanted to keep?
Have you forgotten me?
Is there no chance that you see?
I’m missing your love,
I hope you’re happy wherever you are.
I can barely sleep,
Tossing and turning in these cold sheets.
I’m reading our notes over and over again,
Obsessed with our past love.
Was it a mistake?
Was I right to end it? To let it break?
I couldn’t let you see,
I couldn’t let you understand.
We weren’t right,
Back then we were tainted.
So much pain,
So many tears.
I’m sorry my dear,
I was hurting deep down too.
I had to let you go,
I had to let you live.
I was still broken,
But now I just beg for you to forgive.
Don’t deny me the chance to make it right,
Please understand now.
I need to mend the broken pieces,
I need to finally let you in.
You Were The OneYou were the one to see through my lies and only want the truth
You wondered what was really happening behind the shield of my face
You heard the faint cries of my thoughts
You were the one to see through my lies and only want the truth
You pretend as if you were okay when my lies were a hit you couldn’t take
You felt a cold knife slowly penetrate your heart as another lie flowed from my lips
You touched your chest to make sure it was still there
You worry when you see my eyes like a pond but my lips still give out venom
You cried when I didn’t understand how much it hurt you to see me like this
You were the one to see through my lies and only want the truth
You understand I try to help but my poison just kills you slowly
You say you dream one day I won’t need my shield to talk
You try to make me see but you can’t move my blinds
You hope I know you’re not going to live with my lies for much longer
You were the one to see through my lies and only want the t
We're ConnectedI’m not ready to go home
Out with a drink in my hand
Looking at the big full moon
Hoping one day you’ll understand
I miss you
As much as I hold myself back
That’s how I feel
I love you
I’ve held you under my wing so many years
I’ve protected you from so much pain
But now I can’t protect you from yourself
As you intoxicate everything… I’m going insane
You’re not a child anymore
I’m not your angel
Someone above is watching
They’ll keep you safe for now
I can’t wipe away your tears
I can’t hold you in my arms
You’re so far away
I wish you no harm
Just remember I’m here
I’m always a call away
Hoping one day you will…
So I can hear your voice again.
I miss you
Don’t let time consume you
Remember we’re connected
I love you
Scarred MemoryI try so hard to not give in
To tear myself from missing you
You deserved much better than me
After the monster you started to see
I really miss your unique taste
The way your skin felt on mine
Those years weren't a waste
No... we were so entwined
I remember being beside you
Looking up at your beautiful face
I can't forget you
You're a scarred memory
I just wish you thought of me
Maybe just crossed your mind
I can't stop dreaming of you
Wish I would of never said it was over
Here I Go...Here I go writing out my pain again,
Letting the words just slip away
I've Grown tired of the constant ache
That keeps me company every day
I have no soul to confide in
Only the pages of my books
I write down my stories
And hope down the cliff I'll never look
It's been far too long since I've written down my pain
Since I've kept it inside and away from all of this
But there comes a time when you just want to scream
And cry to the heavens why have they done this
So I sit here once again
Listening to sweet sounds of life
Hoping this is not the end
For I've been fighting all my life
Happy Without HimShe walks happily down the road
Hair tied back with a smile on her face
He thought she would be stuck on him
Little did he know what she was up to
This was her chance
Her colors shined brighter than ever
And the taste of life couldn't be sweeter
Fire, Ashes, RebornI see you
Crumbled to the ground...
In pieces you seem
After what you've done.
I can't save you,
Not this time.
It hurts me,
Oh it hurts me.
Part of my world has fallen,
I have no idea what to say...
My body trembles
As I hear her cries play...
You did the unimaginable,
Tore hearts apart.
But I know we all make mistakes...
It just hurts to know it happened this way.
This isn't the end,
Only the beginning of something new.
As we wipe away our tears
We grow stronger and now we see.
Don't fall in the abyss...
Don't believe it's over.
Just moving forward,
But never forget that pain in life is never sober.
A TurnI don't know who you want to blame for this,
Why you don't try to let the past go...
I'm not a monster,
Only a human being with many mistakes.
I've grown just like I'm sure you have,
Day by day I've tried to fix what I've broken.
I haven't forgotten you,
Maybe you have truly forgotten me...
But I can't let go of the wrong,
I need you to understand me.
Is this what people mean?
When you go crazy the moment someone turns their back.
The confusion, the pain...
I am sorry for the torture I gave you,
For the strain your heart had to endure.
I know at this point it might not mean much,
But we all grow...
And I can't seem to let go.
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
I've ForgottenWhen she died
I tied a knot in my stomach
so I would remember
but I've been so busy
trying to remember her dying
I forgot how to forget.
how to let go -
and the doctors said
they would cut me open
and snip her out
a blade between the bows
and the pain, would be gone
but I've forgotten
how to let go -
and I still don't want to.
love didn't matter, but home was with youi.
there's still shadows left of you
even with the
little that remains. i wish
sometimes the light
would stop it's singing long enough
for them to grow,
my heart spends enough
time aching when
just the photographs
show their faces.
you took me
to a wedding once - it was a cold
night, and the
of stars in the sky made
it seem like God's
breath was reaching out
to earth. i don't remember
the names of the two who
indefinitely, anymore, not
when the wind's taken
in it's hold; but i remember crying because
love's just so damn
hard to find, and you
found me instead behind
the rosebushes that
were too stained to be called
me that sometimes
love doesn't matter, and
i (did)n't want to
you asked me once if anything
mattered, a lighter
gracing one hand and a
cigarette lining your
lips. i wasn't
sure back then
and i don't know
if i am now
(but i think i want to say yes).
my body never felt
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
Diamond TearIn silence
I observe them
Laughing and having fun
While I'm in my corner
I feel out of place
I don't belong here
So I leave
And no one notices
Now I'm out on the street
A dark and silent one
Enjoying the breeze
Lost in my thoughts
Suddenly I hear a sob
And I look around
I see a girl
Sitting on a bench
A single diamond tear
Running down her face
I don't know her
No one else is around
I could just leave
But I can't
So I sit by her side and ask
Without looking her in the eyes
For a moment
And then she takes my hand
And we look
Into each other's eyes
And she whispers
The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tendered
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
SafeI clasped my hand tight shut around my mothers.
I was a possessive oyster wrapped around pearly fingers
bitten white by the freshly whisked air.
We braced ourselves against the frozen metal frames
that, although unmovable by infantile hands,
were not a substantial enough barrier against a tempest.
The sea lashed out its limbs in a fury
and the sky’s face paled grey with worry
at what that grasping anger might achieve.
It rose to greet us, stood on mighty churning haunches
and collapsed heavily around our shoulders
with the dramatic violence of a dancer
crashing down upon a splintered Tibia.
It drenched us, filling mouths and ears with water.
My mother’s hand squeezed mine, comforting,
and as the sea drew back again,
preparing to strike out at us over and over
until its very exhaustion point – and over once more –
As it readied itself to slash our raincoats,
with the force of an evening spiralling into true darkness,
over and over –
for a moment the smell o
Oxtails (Collab w/ TwilightPoetess)Somewhere between oxen and orchid,
where cattails and foxgloves wilt and weep
at the parting of another fleeing day
and stormed cloud-castles mutiny
against the weight of the rocksalt moon;
somewhere between flightless and fading,
where faery circles and dandelion crowns fall--
somewhere, beneath bark mosaiced with age,
you will siphon the remains of my heart--
churned smooth by false hope’s abuse--
into dehydrated dirt that groans for it.
I will clot the crumbling veins of anthills
with the iron debris that was once us,
until I become orchid or foxglove once more.
Prowling In My HeadThere has been something prowling around in my head,
Preying down on my thoughts.
I try to hide it away from your face,
Hoping that for once from your care I can escape
Yet there is a torturing feeling inside of me,
Feeding on my pain and laughing straight at me
Im stuck on my tracks and unable to move,
I cant think and I can hardly breathe too.
I want it to get out of my head,
Its controlling every part of me Im its slave
Im damned thats how it was meant to be Ill never be saved
I hope for you not to see me this way,
For it gets even harder every passing day.
I hold it in though, and so far Im still holding on,
But fearfully I believe after a few days I might be gone
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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