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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
i can't sleep with another body
in my bed,
but sleeping without you
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
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
and here you are:
facing a choice between
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
this is what
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?
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
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
Pretty little things called words and dustif you weren't a hypocrite,
you'd be wrapped in the sweetest
how to engulf the ocean
with your lungs
and think of how to cup it
in your hands
your broken prayers and
still be beautiful)
dance with the gypsies
(a quake in
your hips like the thrust
and the faultlines
so, so graceful)
sing with the nymphs
it's growing old,
your throat's burning dry
like a monsoon
faltering in a desert,
be nestled in a king's arms
(oh, you precious
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
Puppet My tears fall,
My heart beats,
because of the
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
Why me? When I know I have to be up at 3 AM.
DangerousMermaids; they seduce you then hold you under
Vampires; will kiss your lifeblood away
Mages, will turn your own mind against you
While trolls will hunt you down if you stay
Run through the woods, don’t stop for nothing
Monsters wait with jaws opened wide
Ignore that pretty elf, who’s probably plotting something dark
For she will torture you once she’s lured you inside
Orcs; will have a craving for your flesh
While dwarves are just prejudiced against your height
Dragons are very skilled when it comes to fire
While faeries will torment you throughout the night
So run little weakling, don’t stop now
The faery realm has go
Conflicted Part 11'Okay, so just follow me. This is pretty simple stuff, I know you can do it, I've seen you in Class X, and you're pretty close to doing this anyway,' Blair said.
Blair sprinted up the gym floor and did a cartwheel, followed by a backflip, landing in the splits.
She got up and came back to me. 'Right, now it's your turn.'
'Yeah, no, I'm pretty sure I don't do that in class,' I waggled my finger at her.
'You don't think you can, but you haven't watched yourself,' Blair disputed me. 'Just remember what I did. If you remember, you will do it. You are part of Class X, if you want to do something, you can.'
I inhaled deeply, and tried to remem
Conflicted Part 10Days passed with our strengths in Class X becoming more and more violent, all though each one of us was able to handle it with ease.
I noticed Marcus one day, sitting at his desk watching us play fight, our laughs echoed throughout the cavern.
Spencer and Blair were darting to and fro throughout the place, Blair flipped effortlessly onto a beam near the roof, making Spencer have to climb to get her.
Fleur and Stefan were watching, commentating on them, Hunter was sitting with me, watching me clean my sword, while I was sneaking glances at Marcus.
Marcus slapped down his papers and came and watched with Fleur and Stefan.
He turned and fa
Conflicted Part 9Emelia skipped up to me at the front of the Maths class. 'Be careful, Shanae is on the prowl,' she muttered.
'Will do,' I replied.
'Who is this Shanae?' Hunter murmured in my ear. 'Is it that girl from before?'
I nodded. 'An enemy?' That sounds about right.
'You really are dangerous aren't you?' Hunter's mouth curled up on one side.
I slid down next to Emelia, and Hunter sat down next to me.
Shanae waltzed in, strutting what she thought she had.
Shanae slid down next to Hunter.
'Well, fancy meeting you again Hunter,' she purred.
'Shanae.' Hunter nodded.
Shanae continued unfazed. 'So, how has your first day been here?'
Conflicted Part 8'So, what do you guys have next?' I asked on our way back to our lockers.
'Umm,' Stefan hummed. 'I have Biology.'
Fleur clicked her fingers. 'Spanish.'
'Aww, you'll ace that,' Blair whined.
I laughed. 'Spence?'
His eyes sparkled. 'Cool, a nickname. Uh, I have Biology with Stefan.'
'Brilliant!' I heard Stefan call from the distance.
'What about you, Amber?' Hunter asked.
'Maths.' I wasn't sure whether to groan.
His eyes lit up. 'Me too.'
My heart thumped erratically.
We arrived at our lockers in perfect time, it seemed we all had lockers right next to each other.
Classes spilled out the doors just as we got to our lockers. We all g
Conflicted Part 7Before I went to class, I ducked into the girls' toilets to freshen up. I washed my hands in the sink, and looked up in the mirror to find one very animalistic Shanae behind me, crossing her arms ominously, striking a pose.
'Amber, isn't it?' she asked bluntly, leaning up against the vanity beside me.
'Correct,' I replied blatantly, not wanting to pay her any attention, so I adjusted my hair in the mirror.
She yanked my shoulders toward her, and made me look her in the eyes. 'No one, ignores me. I'm serious. And stay away from Flynn. He's mine.'
I plucked her fingers off me. 'Okay,' I whispered. 'One, you don't control me, and two, I don'
Conflicted Part 6Flynn walked to me to our first class, and also detoured to show me where my locker was.
'Two away from me!' he smiled.
We entered our class, interrupting whatever the teacher was saying.
'Sorry Mr Lawson,' Flynn nodded to him. 'But I was just helping our new exchange student around,' he signaled to me.
'Oh!' Mr Lawson adjusted his glasses, and got a good look at me. 'My, you are not around from here are you?' he muttered to himself.
I shuffled my feet and looked down at them. This was the most nerve racking thing I'd ever done. Even though I've nearly lost my life many a time.
'Well, from now on you can sit next to Flynn, it'll be eas
SimplicitySometimes simplicity is the answer.
To find the answer,
Don't look deep.
Look in front of you.
Don't listen to people who say,
'Never regret anything,'
Because chances are,
They regret a lot more than you know.
Listen to your own feelings.
Because if you don't,
You could lose all of your senses,
And your way.
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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