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No CirclesPlease be an angel,
Or I’ll die chasing beauty,
In folded forests we slip,
Hold fast your wit
Or I’ll lose myself on your tongue.
But please be an angel,
I wait for you each night,
A WhisperTo say I loved you in some cliched way,
Like the burning of a thousand suns,
Or with the passion of a Shakespearean tongue,
In terrible metaphors and atrophied puns,
With tired similes and forgettable thumbs,
Through weary eyes or in ways not done,
Would belittle my love,
And that won’t do.
Put simply, nothing loves,
Not how I love you.
I love you below, between and above.
I love you the way you deserve to be loved.
Little VisionsUnnaturally, she falls from trees painted bare by winter in my mind,
Concrete shadows chasing days she swears were yours.
Patiently, unwilling but carefree, she falters peacefully into the waters,
Bubbles, silent, trace letters in the reflection of my world
Trivial, these little matters, we float on by, by airs we float on graces;
Traditions and social uprisings, we gather with our leaves
And by Spring, repaint the trees in airs, in visions of you.
ElizabethEach sacred syllable of your name
Lilts upon my tongue, gifted
Ideal and beautiful, whispered
Zealous and sacred.
Ample and pure, to feed my desires,
Breath in my lungs and air in my fires.
Each holy intonation,
Trapped in my soul.
Hold on to this, lover, this lover I hold.
It's not the end.Sit quiet, not in solitude,
But in peace, be at peace.
Be forgiving, not judgemental,
Once at least, once at least.
Appreciate the sunrise,
Thank the East, thank the East.
Love with all you are,
Love's a feast, Love's a feast.
And when the moments right,
Then you'll know, then you'll know.
And when the stars align,
It will show, it will show.
Live and be the tide,
Ebb and flow, ebb and flow.
And things will be alright,
Take it slow, take it slow.
Remember MeRemember me when it snows
For you know I loved the snow.
Not the cold, nor the ice,
Nor the melt nor the flow.
Not Snowmen, nor snowballs,
Nor freezing, nor toes
That feel frozen, or bitten.
Not smitten by footprints
Or Angels in snow;
Simply the white.
I'm sad when it goes.
So when I, too, am gone,
And the weather turns cold
When the year is still young
And the world growing old
When the day is too long
And sets fear in your bones;
Remember me, happy,
Whenever it snows.
The tough gets growingI'm knee-deep in mud,
grumbling and mumbling
about what I did
to deserve this mess
And my mother glares,
"When I planted you,
I put you deep in the dirt,
not to bury you alive,
but to teach you that
when the growing gets tough,
the tough gets growing."
pick up the slack and
pick up that slack-jawed shadow of yours
dragging on wet pavement under your soles
and hurry it along, we ain't got all day here
flex your white-boned fingers and
taut knuckles and pluck the soul from
its coffin in your slick throat
the sun has better places to be than in your sky.
Falling Back into Placei wait for wisdom
the sludge tells me
to come in
awaits, just beneath the tack
of its sticky skin
and i know
that what waits there
is more patient
eternal and hungry
but the peace
is only a skin
grow upyou say
i am weak
i have never
worked for anything
i am not sorry
i should take
the pills the doctor
i will never
know what it is to
hurt the way that you hurt,
plant me in the ground
listen to the way my nature sounds
when i turn from something black
to something luminous, proud
you turned me into a shadow, you prick
remember that? remember this?
yeah, the condom broke, you
piece of shit, at least i tried
to be careful, at least when
you cried, i kissed your
say what you want
about my judgment.
my immaturity, my general
lack of readiness for
anything. but i was good
to you, and i tried,
and i am sorry that
you hurt so much
that you can't
do it as elegantly
as i can.
you have never
learned to love
the grit: the place
where my spirit sags,
where my love
as if biology could have been any clearer,
cleaning your spit from my bedroom mirror-
i can smell your genes and
they smell fucking good to me,
but i keep telling myself,
placebo effectthey stuck some needles in his
skin and made him think that he was
plucked the feathers from her
wings and tried to make her
they changed the names of all his pills
and labeled him
tied some string around her neck
and hung her from the
(i only know what they tell me)
a girl at the airportwhen she eats cake
she presses a napkin
to her lips with each bite--
frosting smears are impolite
murderers of good,
faraway first impressions.
when she sees someone
beautiful, she hides her face
behind a book, book shelf, closed door
like a pious man hides his eyes
when she has something
important to say among a crowd
she utters it like the bah
of a vulnerable lamb--
a fragile thing, a hesitant mantra
to be drowned and consumed
without thought or care by the sound
of louder others.
when she falls in love
she looks around
to make sure no one saw
and when someone sees
she refuses to believe
their eyes tried to catch
Our destiny is determined
Reliving the past
Enduring the suffering
Visions of the future
Endeavours to come
Representing life as a whole
9 Countenances for the Curious1.
My limbs have become instruments,
but, unlike the piano of your memories,
I am still not anyone's to play.
I think I am finite,
that the limits of me are dictated
by flesh and numbers
on an inverted scale
but the dog on my lap
doesn't care what I weigh;
she wants only
to love me and be loved.
the pain that anchors you
strains your back,
the ship of your life
is hamstrung upon a reef
and you think you are watching
a dolphin at play
but siren songs deceive you.
my ship sank beneath the waters
years ago, this bubble of life
sustains me even as i drown:
there are storms in the depths
of me, and you see only
the ocean's calm.
At 7, I swallowed stories
like candy; didn't understand
that too much leaves you bloated.
At 17, I breakfasted on books
like pancakes; too caught up
to tell (some things should be special).
At 27, I feasted on fiction
like home-cooked meals; didn't know
some of it could poison you.
At 37, I hope I will be picking
at poetry; letting the flavours
of the words
The Washed MindI have let the difficulties flood my body
From head, the worries slip to my heart
like children falling through the cracks
of some broken floor
under which is nothing besides me
My mind is melting from the inside
Swarmed by maggots and the meaningless questions:
Would my mind work better
without all these walls
stopping it from evolving?
Where did these obscene problems come from?
Surely my mind was born free
Surely my opinions exist somewhere...
Or is freedom nothing but a joke
to the true me?
So, I ate nails and needles to clear my mind
The bleeding and the pain
were both evil and refreshing
I have learned the lesson
fairy tales are the shadows on my eyes
Now my mind is clear as melting glass
running down my cold spine
washing away the sins,
violent thoughts and sorrowful memories
from the edge of my past
'The One'Dear The One,
I wish to end our correspondence,
Ive grown dreadfully despondent,
And simply ceased to need you in my life.
I will assume, by first incision,
This is a mutual decision,
How silly of me to think you would ever be my wife.
Though my soul was once unsinkable,
And sins were once unthinkable,
Now I fear to think my soul is rotten.
My will was once unshakeable,
My heart was once unbreakable,
But easily I break, my will forgotten.
Since you value virtue priceless,
And my past is less than viceless,
It is a virtue that my past cannot be saved.
The beast was once untameable,
The whore was once unshameable,
But you went and tamed the whore to be your slave.
If my early indiscretions,
Were believed not in cessation,
Then the issue of your trust has left me shy.
We have come from first impressions,
All the way to last confessions,
I love you, but wish otherwise, so this is my goodbye.
Yours faithfully, as always,
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
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