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Hermetic DreamsRain is falling, and I am alone.
Hermetic dreams float through my head
Like so many tiny fireflies
Lending their golden dreams
To what otherwise would be the blackest night.
What is one life, what is a thousand lives
Considering we all shall die.
Elixirs and potions, it seems,
Cannot cure the most definite of ends.
But everyone gets tired
We all must sleep.
And eventually the burdens of the world
Become too much.
Eventually, as the years pass
We accept death like an old friend-
Arms open wide,
And heart open even wider.
Dysphrenia, My DearDysphrenia, my dear.
Since when did you so closely become acquainted
With the shadow of my footfall
And the pause of my breath?
Since when did you invade me,
An unwanted lover,
Leeching my warmth and
Dysphrenia, don’t you know
How you make me ache,
And how you weigh down my hopes
Like a corpse weighs down the hanging post?
Ah, but you don’t care.
You never did.
I Wish I Was UniqueI wish I was unique.
But then again, I don't.
I could change,
But we both know I won't.
I have dreams
Bigger than the sun,
But how will they be achieved
When all I do is run?
Stop d i s a ss o c i a t i n g from your feelings,
Stop pretending like I'm strong enough -
Like I don't need you -
I do need you.
I don't know what to do with myself these days.
I have nothing at all, really.
No friends, no future -
You are my only glimmer of something better
(although, admittedly, this situation is of my own choice)
So don't you dare fucking say
That you're unneeded,
Or that you aren't good enough.
I've chosen you because you are
My idealistic partner -
Stop second guessing yourself,
Have some confidence.
I love you.
Tears filling her eyes.
"You know it'll be okay.
You know I love you."
"You love me today,
You love me now...
But what happens if
I start fading from your mind,
And the more time you spend with her
The more you realize how much
You love the way she laughs,
Or the way she smiles.
What if you start to realize that you
Didn't actually love me,
That you loved her all these years?
What if I become like the dust
On the bottom of your boots-
Forgotten and used?
I'm begging you, don't go,
Don't let me fade away."
The Keeper Intro"The world of men is fragile, easily broken. Let what happened here today be a reminder to all how very fragile each and every one of you are, and how easily broken the soul is."
The keeper stood on top of a platform overlooking the Great Square, nearly every citizen of the city of Aeroth staring up at his slim form. He smiled at his people, then turned to the two captives chained to the wall. Both raised their heads, two pairs of eyes meeting his gaze in defiance. "No." It was the female that spoke, a slim woman of maybe 30. The keeper glared at her, raising his staff menacingly. "Quiet!" He whispered something under his breath and gestured. Silver ropes wound themselves around the woman's mouth, her protestations coming out as only muffled grunts. "I see you have elected to die first. Very well. I shall let your companion watch you perish." The second captive glared, his slanted elven eyes burning through the Keeper. "It's a pity we had to bind your mouth, elf. I would have
Our Love Is a StormI love you like thunder.
Crashing through the atmosphere.
I am like a tree in the wind,
Guided by your breeze
Your mercy keeping me
Your passion is like lightning,
Bright, electric, inescapable-
Yet never unwanted;
Your beauty sets my world alight.
Our words are like the rain,
New, soft, torrential,
They drench us in dreams shared
And thoughts never ending.
I love you like thunder.
Our love is a storm
Our love is a storm.
A Book and TeaI'm used to not meaning much to anyone.
I'm used to being alone -
And really, I can't complain.
My solitary lifestyle suits my personality,
Observing, watching the world pass by,
Curled around my book and cup of tea -
Maybe a little judgmental,
Maybe a little sad.
But you know, it gets lonely.
I'm my own best friend, it's true-
But sometimes I want to call someone
And watch a movie, or just sit around
And do nothing in particular-
Just sharing air and experiences.
Then again, who am I kidding.
I'm not good at the friend thing.
So I shall continue with my book
And my cup of tea with tinges of judgement
Watching the rain dripping down the windows
With a smile and a sigh.
Here We RemainHere we remain,
A desecrated race surrounded
By the wreckage of our own making;
The child of our soiled choices
Bearing its stark and ugly face
To a desolate sky;
The world, once so innocent,
Now a twisted and disgusting remnant
Of wonders long forgotten,
Memories left only to a burnt photograph of a bird
And the reminders of a crumbled fountain.
the only letter I've ever wanted to burni.
if you want to give someone the silent treatment,
the first step is shutting up.
things made much more sense
when I was younger.
I thought there was one path,
each choice a stepping stone upon it.
in reality there are a million roads
intertwined like rope.
I got lost
I chose you.
promises are easily broken.
I knew that,
but it still hurt
spending friday night
shivering in the rain,
choking on cannabis perfume
in a dirt parking lot
your face never graced.
and I hoped against hope
you might appear,
but I wasted my wishing
on ungrateful you.
you died before taking your first breath.
I took a chance
and I should've known better.
you can give somebody all you have
and nothing can stop them from
throwing it away.
you've made this bed,
now lie in it.
you slit this suture,
you're the goddamn reason
I gave up on the month of april,
and soon enough you'll fall on your own blade
like some drunken samurai.
if you want
Die AloneI take apart her heart
And lay the pieces down
In a circular form.
Let her bleed a work of art.
I forgot I’m crazy.
I’ll whisper my secrets
Only if she promises
To die here alone with me.
.What do you want to be when you grow up?
They ask it like a dare.
As if letting your unlikely dreams
slip from the safety of your mind
could bring their own
a little closer to reality.
car crash on an empty roadit happened before
we did. it was more a person
than you or I or that boy
in the park trying
to convince us to
stupid. it happened
before your smile
cracked the sky in half, before
our laughters slurred into
a dissonant song, before
your fingers traced the stories
lying on my face before I knew
just how many pieces of sunshine
were trapped in your hair before
the walls became the ceiling and
I wasn’t claustrophobic.
things I remember:
the red blur of your room like
God was experimenting with the
symbolism in abstract art, the
tri-tone shimmering of your eyes
like the surface of the water, the way
you defined perfection as a scale of
women ending with a less than sensible
me, the way you always moved like
you were dancing and no one was there to
RelativityLooking in the mirror
through the mirror
seeing a stranger,
My chest swells and my heart lurches
This girl isn't me, not at all
She looks like someone
but not me.
A movie star, a homeless person.
Even when I look at photos
no memory comes up
no allowing for the thought that I have a body
Or that the cold of my fingertips,
the throb of anxiety inside my ribs
I see my arm, an armband
A scar, a vein, a ring that has no meaning
But it did, to this girl in the mirror
Even if memory fails
Existence is relative
What Writers AreWriters are people from
both ends of the spectrum.
Those that know isolation
and the thoughts that follow.
Those that know enlightenment.
And those with nowhere else to go,
but deeper down the rabbit hole.
Writers are smiths of the word,
using imagination, experience,
and emotions to temper the
glass and steel we are given.
We fill the page with pieces
And writers are Gods.
Broken or whole or
barely scraping through.
We make you see our world.
We make you feel and care.
All with a bunch of lines,
which we have given life.
Hope in my Lawyer's Paperclip JarMy lawyer's desk on a normal Wednesday afternoon
is flooded with sheafs of white legal pads and errant staples.
Today is Wednesday, but the clouds outside
his twelfth-story window are shaped like loss
and the lines around his eyes seem crater-like in the shadows
and nothing about the last three weeks of my life
has been normal, so I don't know why it surprises me
to find his desk cleared of debris.
I wait for him in a silence that ebbs and flows with my heartbeats,
the zipper on my knee highs tapping against my leg like rain.
When he returns, hands filled with coffee
and the paperwork for a restraining order
against the man he set me up with almost a month ago,
I blurt the first thing that comes to mind.
"There's only one paperclip left in the magnetic jar.
It's bent like a swan."
I can tell, from the awkward shuffling of his loafers,
that he's wondering if he should have brought the Kleenex, after all.
He knows women often cry at things such as these,
reminders of the men they've love
1969, and time goes oni imagine you
thief of space affairs, time would go on;
wonder if you'd manifest
to govern gravity’s empire
physically, just as aurally,
so to walk with a
winds at war
captivated by you; sunshine
gathered in the organized
chaos of your hair: eyes would
dance fires domesticated by
your fingertips, boasting wander-
world laws of light (reigned in
earthen measure). i’d
boast mountains by your name.
the exhaust for gods
of transience (north-
hazed) transmuted back
(for easy drawls from the east)—
i’d sip wine
from the wishbone of your
body of sea. plead
the noise of bedroom eyes
& sleepy smells to soften your
siren’s unquiet tease.
i imagine you,
thief of space affairs;
imagine you in 1969
where our time would go on.
LinesReflections in the water
Faceing my time
The wrinkles in my skin
Telling the story of my life
There are lines for the tears
In the flesh below my eyes
Lines for the laughs
Playing delicately around my mouth
Lines for the anger
In my forhead
Lines for the pain
On my brow
Lines for the care
On my hands
Lines of the sun
On my shoulders
They may be ugly
These lines of mine
But still I love them
They tell my life
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