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The Man and the MoonHer mouth corners hung themselves
and I began to wonder if that was the death of them.
A simple, quiet death;
without broken fingernails lining the walls
with the stripes of a despairing end.
I began to ache with the questioning in my heart
with the echoes reverberating in my capillaries
of her face scorching sunshine in her smile
right before it crumpled
and nothing was left but a frowning moon
set firm in its resignation to an upcoming eclipse.
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
elsewhere.
i can't sleep with another body
in my bed,
but sleeping without you
leav
He doesn't write poetry anymore.He doesn’t write poetry anymore,
even if he still collects it, reads it, saves it, treasures
faded verses from his wife the way connoisseurs
savor vinyl over metallic rainbows on disc.
I don’t mind not knowing, but I can’t stand not asking.

The record needle hits the groove wrong;
he stumbles over words that aren’t there,
rummaging for an answer he doesn’t really have.
He doesn’t write poetry anymore
and his confusion is strangely endearing.

But there’s a lyricism to his words that I love,
poetic lines inserted between the daily grind
of character names and who said what;
voiceless boys in white a
Overgrown ColorsRed like blood on a rose.
White like bone and stars.
Black like reclusiveness.
Green like dead air.
Orange like the savage instinct.
Purity like a god's heart.
Red like thawing hatred.
White like a frozen, severe cry.
Black like the night's deprived shadows.
Green like the wind in the grass.
Orange like the light in the shadows.
Purity like the sun rising.
So discharging through the moon in a wheeze is like luminous white, dispersed red.
PocketLeftover religion in the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
A key that unlocks nothing
A penny, a scrap of paper
With half of your name
Written in black ink

A song that is usually in my head
In the shriveled carcass
Of a long-dead dream
In the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
With the lint
with thanks to frosttwo roads diverged in a soulless dawn
and you pull over,
idling on the shoulder of route 50.
it's a polaroid morning and
the world is as grainy
and sleep-heavy
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
optic nerves,
and here you are:
facing a choice between
on
and
out.
and this?
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
weightless ache--
this is what
gone
feels like.
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?
SisterSister

A sister is like a soul mate;
Someone who is always there
to guide me through fate.

A sister is,
a part of childhood that I cannot erase;
A sister like you,
is one that I would never replace
because you always know how to
put a smile on my face.

I know I can depend on you
to always be there for me;
This is one hundred percent guaranteed!

I've had great memories with you
in the past;
and I hope there are many more
to come,
in the future.
Life, Death And A Pork Chop SandwichAll tangled up, hard to breathe
This steel cloud day that swirls
With heat and pounding hammers
I shake in my boots and cough up
Blood, rust and damaged flesh
Waiting for the second coming
Maybe next time around there'll be
Some chance for more than this

A twisted barbed wire halo
Wrapped tight around my skull
Blinding white light aura
Swarming with flies I'm flying
To pieces, thousands of shards
Cannot be brought back together
But I will remember the summer
Of my first Chevrolet in each bit

Gleaming bits of glass in the desert
Each reflecting a different moment
Still, now, enduring until the waves
Of a new ocean sweep them away
No pain
Pretty little things called words and dustif you weren't a hypocrite,
you'd be wrapped in the sweetest
perfumes
(learning
how to engulf the ocean
with your lungs
and think of how to cup it
in your hands
despite
your broken prayers and
still be beautiful)

dance with the gypsies
'till noon
(a quake in
your hips like the thrust
of continents
and the faultlines
emanating from
your spine,
but still
so, so graceful)

sing with the nymphs
in tune
(your voice,
it's growing old,
raspy even.
your throat's burning dry
like a monsoon
faltering in a desert,

and tones
still octaves
powerful)

be nestled in a king's arms
soon  
(oh, you precious
little thing.
how
Riddle  My tears fall,

      like invisible

               diamonds.

 My heart beats,

      like soundless

               drums.

 Unwanted,

       because of the

             strings attached.

What am I?
A Night By the FireNo light,
The light sired by the night
All above whilst the day's delights
Now disappears from mortal sight.

Faded away is the sun's power,
Taking the stage now is night's sallow flower;
Now mortals may behold the stars and falling shower.

Set in a pit Nature's skyscraper ablaze
And revel in the emanating heat as you gaze,
Looking down on occasion when you hear a crack from the fire
And witness "fireflies" flying away from mother's blaze;
Dying shortly after but not lacking burning beauty do they desire!

I look out towards the teasing shore
And meditate as we sit upon her door,
Thinking on what my future has in store;
Who I am now and even
Why meI wanted sleep very badly
I tried my hardest to rest
I closed my eyes and laid there
But sleep didn’t come easy
I would doze off
And wake back up
Again
Why me? When I know I have to be up at 3 AM.
Seaside HolidayI am content
to stay
a caterpillar

Who says
you have
to change?

What's so great
about being
a butterfly?
Retreat Within..Time to close down the circus, time to close down the tents. The show is over, that's all folks, I hope you
got your monies worth. 
The acts have all seceded, retreating to their darkness as the people that gave them light have gone home.
The grounds seem bare as the treading of happiness have left, leaving them alone and cold,  no longer
having the heat to keep it warm.
The excitement of the day is over, the light has fallen to the darkness. And the world that brought such 
joy and cheer has become nothing more than a memory, nothing more than show for the hearts that needs
it.
The master sighs, tipping his hat to the world as he retreats within to his own world, closing down his body, 
closing down his emotions, closing down himself til the next time to bring his charm and joy to a world that 
needs it.
"The show is over, that's all folks, please enjoy your day..."
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Drown It OutI'm clinging to my cigarette like it's the last ticket out of town
The smoke wraps itself around my head, and I fear I won't be found
But I can see everything, it's all so clear to me now
I'm tired of feigning interest while the world spins on around me

I want to drown it out
I want to drown it out
I want to lock the doors
And turn the stereo loud
I want to drown it out

I'm searching for an answer at the bottom of a shot glass
And it's getting harder, as months go by, to think time will ever pass
But I can hear everything, every echo and every crash
I would've helped you find it, but you never thought to ask me

I want to drown it
Getting to MeI can see the malice in your eyes
When you lie next to me
Can't you see it burning like a fire when I look at you
And when you look at me, do you see
Oh, do you see me?

All of these wasted pages
Spiral notebooks stacked to heaven
I must have seemed so naive to believe that when you look at me
You see only me, do you see

It's the uncertainty that's getting to me
It's like I'm second guessing where I should be
I'm beginning to think this can't be good for my health
When do I become lost enough to finally find myself?

How can you still call yourself a saint
When you're killing me for the hell of it
Just when I think I'm finally sa
Haiku No. 20: SummerThe sun, relentless
We seek out shade for reprieve
At night, crickets sing
HomesickLooking out the door
I wonder if I'll ever see this sunrise again
I set my bags on the floor
How the hell can I be homesick for a place that I've never even been?

I can't tell for certain
But I think this is my cue to leave
Take my bow, close the curtain
Sometimes it seems so hard to retreat
And I can't know for certain
But I think that my time's at its end
Never meant to be a burden
Who can say what's coming around the bend?

And I wanna go
Some place where no one knows

Standing on my roof
Amazing how much different things look from way up here
My whole life, I've asked for proof
But I'm tired of standing around waiting for t
Radio Love SongI'll start off by saying something superficial
It doesn't have to be deep, just really commercial
We're not reinventing the wheel
It's just something with mass appeal

We'll give it a catchy melody
Lyrics that aren't quite poetry
Just a catchy jingle, we'll call it a single
Radio love song

Your eyes, your smile, whatever sells more records
Substance is okay, but I think this is so much better
It doesn't need to be Shakespeare
Inner beauty has no place here

We'll give it a catchy melody
Lyrics that aren't quite poetry
An infectious tune to get stuck in your head
You don't have to feel a word I've said
Just a catchy jingle, we'll
VenomI can still remember you screaming

"You don't know a good thing till it's gone
You don't know what's right till you've gone wrong
If you stay so cold, you're gonna freeze to death
I'm drowning, I can't catch my breath"
And I can taste the poison on your lips
That injects the venom in your words
And I can tell you're reading from a script
And baby, that's what really hurts

It's so hard to hear you when you scream at me
Even though I know I've fucked it up this time
But why do you feel the need to bury me?
If I don't know where it is, how can I cross the line?

And I can still hear you screaming

"You don't know a good thing till it

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23. Cat

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A cat goes missing
Mom cries
Because her sister has passed
And she has nothing left to hug
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Cat
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