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part of me
in her neck.
Pull it out
and drop it
or keep it
in the back seat
of my car.
Where it can
lay a while
and stare at me.
Part of me
is not afraid
It is far less
than girls with
A Rebel's BloodI lived on hollow promises and
dreams as thin as mist.
And kings and lords
who offer gold
in return for my head.
Through the Golden Palace Gates
I'm met with oaths, made to be broken.
I'm met with lies and truths, unspoken.
I'm met with eyes that have seen what I
never dreamed of seeing.
And eyes of crying, blind, fresh beings.
I'm met with suffocated desires.
I'm met with raging hateful fires.
There's a masked man who was paid
a few million pieces to chop my head.
He raises a sword. All what there ever was fades.
I shut my eyes...
I believe in starry nights writing timeless songs
of all the yesterdays and tomorrows yet to come.
I believe in hearing the voice of love in rhyme;
I heard it as a child in my mother's lullabies.
Let's go down to the river now
and chase the butterflies.
I believe in playing, absorbing life's full sun,
dancing through the day until the night is done.
I believe in wishing wells never running dry,
granting us the time for a tender, slow goodbye.
Let's go down to the river now
and chase the butterflies.
Should I cross to the other side,
don't you worry; don't you cry.
There you'll see where tomorrow I'll be,
forever chasing butterflies...
on excusesthe floor creaked with a pressing tone
and my toes crept sadly toward you.
i heard the sounds
deep inside of your throat-
before they could come out,
before you could think them,
before you could stutter an
i was up all night and
the thought that, you,
were sleeping somewhere
naked, with your fingers
stretching and your dreams
retching up what you couldn't
admit to awake- was too much for me.
maybe if i
was next to you while you
were dreaming, your body
would admit to me that you
loved me. and you wanted to make
me cum. it had been so long.
you blinked hard, fast
your eyes shaking, dying fish.
i pulled you apart
like the ribbon
Is her chest.
She feels around for emotions;
Sadness and anger is what she has mastered the best.
World moves around her
In top-speed rate,
While she stands still or get maneuvered around
Like a dense grey stone in the rapids of fate.
Erosion shapes her outsides
As a rough unapproachable being;
It builds up the pressure inside
Where she's really quite more softer than what you're seeing.
But don't expect for there to be a heart,
It's already shattered to pieces and is reformed from charred coals;
Even now and again it is crumbling apart;
Life has filled it with so many holes....
Is her chest.
She feels no emotion,
Today my rainbow flag
Stands proud next to
The American flag.
Today my flag is counted
Equal. Represents equality
To our nation.
Today the rainbow flag
Represents the gay
Community not as a
Separate any longer
But as a whole. As
My state Minnesota
Legalizes gay marriage.
the formula for amazement: a rare pollen from the surplus field
where horses haven’t grazed since April’s warm orgy
left a bindweed pink disease,
unrepenting against chainlink,
nights spent foraging for a spectre to grieve over,
to watch for while it elevates and descends
like a dumb waiter serving sunlight
to jealous little bastards, birthed and trailing in umbilicals,
sleepy, glass-eyed hydras
who never listen to anything,
uninvolved in my tiny drama,
the feeling of losing my treasured afflictions,
the mythos that fastens the concrete to dirt,
the wind to my spirit-skin,
is dulling the edges of the skyhead
On The Collapse Of Modern Society"I've never seen so many folks
putting their hopes
in packaged air,
as far as I'm concerned,
and from what I've observed
misplacing material worth while
rushing back and forth
to get nowhere."
my Grandma said,
shaking her head.
BalanceWe tend to see the bad in the good
But not the good in the bad
And it turns out we missed
Just how much good we had
Because life is all ups and downs
As the saying goes
But instead of striving for ups
We just go with the flow
We overlook what’s around us
And only focus within
When it should be about balance
Like a bird in the wind
Too strong, too weakWe were on the verge of wisdom but
So young, still.
As young as the freshly born flowers,
Too weak for winter, too strong for love.
We've believed often that the world
Belonged to us
And we let our emotions take us deep.
We were young lovers,
And young fools.
My mother taught me to block out my tears.
She said that when we start feeling, truly feeling
We will sink into the abyss of madness.
"I will never love. I will never hate," said the golden girl.
"I will never cry. I will never fear," said she.
Within A BoxIt's a prison for the minds of haunted souls
an odd prison, not large enough to contain its prisoners
and yet it encompasses every fiber of their being
in silent, silent spaces.
Haunted souls are searching for the key
there is no key, but they don't know any better
and what harm could it do? Hope is better than nothing
here's an unlocked open door for you.
Little trinkets haunt souls with their questions
and we want answers, but they won't give
anything away. Very smart,
you know the world is ending soon.
(The best of which are only
crude descriptions of the magic
they are looking for.)
Evolution of life
child, we dream
teenager, we have ideas
adult, we have a bar code encrusted in the nape
we evolve to finish in the matrix
Prayer to Odin from experienceAl-father Odin! You who hung for 9 days and suffered on the tree of Yggdrasil.
In so you received and gave us the runes and its mysteries.
You who have given up an eye to see and know beyond sight and knowledge.
Allow me to be strong through my own sacrifice and suffering.
So that one day, I can achieve great wisdom through what has happened to me.
Allow my mind to open and to focus on what i must do.
One day, I cannot always criticize what is before me.
From experience, I was angry and put down a faith that i knew was untrue.
Though you may have smacked me upside the head a few times
for my foolishness and ignorance. But I did deserve it a
Second BestI always win silver, never gold;
I'm constantly pushed to the
Back seat of life, envious eyes
Fixed on the powerful driver's seat.
Someone is better than me, not
Once but annoyingly all the time.
I give the essence of passion and
Yet modesty lacks bright success.
Perhaps throwing my hands up
In the air with defeat is the
Only good thing in my miserable life;
I will always be second best.
ContactActions speak louder than words,
but the air is silent and still.
Even if I closed my eyes, I could still believe that
I am all alone,
a telegraph with a severed wire,
beeping at the uncaring 'verse,
my threads sparking in the dirt.
Only the engineer,
with his adamantine tools and practiced hands
can weave them back together again.
Unlike Humpty, my tongue can be reconnected
with my brain; my eyes can relearn to see. I can escape
this sentient fog that suffuses my limbs and
clouds the spaces between neurons, in that jump
between dendrite and axon terminal.
And Sometimes You will be able to recognize me
as something other tha
Strange Happenings, April 3rdUranus must be playing a late April Fool's Day Trick
on our unsuspecting populace. The gray sky, though
barely clouded, grumbles like Leo has woken up pissed,
and any moment I suspect to see a flash of electrons
fleeing from the sound. It isn't long before I look up to see.
The firmament is now a bowl made of water particles, throwing glass beads
at anyone foolish enough to step outside without an umbrella,
coating the ground to trip unwary pedestrians and me.
But I am safe, under the auspices of this bus stop bench,
and for once, I am glad that great, lumbering catawampus
is abysmally late. Hey Eliot, this doesn't sound like a w
To my EarsWhen I was just entering middle school,
I read the Animorphs for the first time.
I was so terrified of yeerks that I had to
sleep with Dalmatians' head earmuffs for fear
of those glutinous gastropods crawling in through
your canal and taking over my brain.
Years later, I would refuse to get any part of you pierced,
not your soft lobe, or your curving rim.
I would never run you through with metal and
keep your wounds open to fester,
to ornament myself with ostentatious studs
and hoops of shining metal. Even though all
my friends were doing it. I never had that
desire to look grownup, and I was terrified
that it would draw undue
Love Song RemixI have got you, under my skin
crawling along my arteries,
using my capillaries as a spider's web.
They tell you that this
I can't speak with my mouth wrapped up in gauze
this is a pathogen, an infection.
And I should probably be quarantined.
Aside from the fever, my stomach is contracting
almost as often as the more habitual organ
and I'm shaking, maybe because I'm trapped here,
caught like a rabbit in the beartrap of your bluegray eyes
a beetle in your web.
So my heart is beating rabbit fast as blind panic sets in.
This can't be the same thing EVERYONE sings about,
I hear no crescendos, and nothing feels quite right
my world i
Ache in E MinorYou told me I was too good, essentially, to play second violin in any orchestra, no matter how world-renown, and no matter how nimble the First Chair's fingers are, how haunting her vibrato, or which maestro she trained under. Do you also remember telling me that my song was unique? That it could only be appreciated by one who could understand atonal arias and symphonies written in blue?
You've synthesized it. Aggrandized it. Ran it through Auto-Tune and mass produced it. It is now available for free on most file sharing websites.
It's not my song anymore.
So, here I sit, on the hard plastic chair of the local symphony orchestra. Demure bl
Ancient AdventurerWhiskers crinkle across his chin,
stark white against the tan valleys of his face,
migrating from the dome of his scalp,
but those eyes are still blue and clear
a cloudless summer day contained in them
the kind of day where adults flee to climate control
but the children shrug off the heat
and set off to lands unknown
rescue dragons and flee from barbarian hoards
or sail through the Caribbean on a skiff
battling waves the same color as the sunset sky.
Those adventurer's eyes will tell you of every evil villain
he subdued, with their hissing white cats
and impossible death machines,
of leaping tall buildings in only two bounds
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