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unrealistic ideologies of an
are toxic; breathing
is a chore. there is a
in the combined effort
of necessity’s unlovliest
we are the forgotten.
we are the tangled limbs
and childhood stories for
a more sensitive future; we
are the longing, we are
we are measured
in the people we touch;
and I will love you
in the UV light of
hide and seek paranoia.
I love you in the red shimmer
of harbored dreams, I love you
in the in
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
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 modern 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
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
parasthesiaand i guess i should have said i drilled this
cavity through my chest for you; you hid
in my mouth instead. there will always be you
holding my hand protecting me from
monsters in the dark worse than the ones
inside of us. goodbye
is not a word. it is the way
you will not meet my eyes when i
tiptoe back through eggshells and phantom
heartbeats. i guess i should have said
i don’t know the labyrinth of myself. i
should have mentioned the pinpricks
on my skin where you injected
yourself like a vaccination. i should
have told you that your eyes remind me
of a watercolor sunset and your hands
are anchors and you are always warm
and i am tired of shivering. i should have
warned you that i’ve never loved anyone
as much as a prescription. i should
have held you closer to me, i should
have held your pieces tighter, i should
have carved a bigger hole.
negative spacethere are bruises on my skin
like fairy dust, (i wish i could
it’s late and
night creatures are crawling between
anticipated gestures. my hands are
shaking but I am not scared. I am
an earthquake dressed in moonlight, I
am a natural disaster, I am an
is static and I can’t decipher my own
thoughts, he is
in my throat, crackling like a fire.
every word crumbles before it stands tall. he
is the future come back
sleepwalking with stars
like bulletwounds, tonight
is for wandering and
loving people I’ve never met.
I have a hole in my heart for
the boy on my bus who balances
the world on his chin as he sleeps.
I’m drawn to a sunshine girl leaking
beams every time she opens her
mouth to smile. and still, I follow
a boy who walks across clouds;
I want to ask him to send me up
like a balloon.
ways I need to be loved:
a hand heavy on my hip to remind me
gravity is more than an ideal, a
soft kiss to bring me back from
other galaxies, a calm whisper
when I’ve run out of words
but the silence is too
I’m severely broken up,
fragments of words and
heartscraps and sky-pieces;
crawling backwards through
open windows trying to find
a home. I’m trying but
I was untaught how to
function, I’m trying to
be correct. I’m trying to
be normal. I’m trying to
be correct. I’m trying.
words I need to hear:
I Love You. i love you
i love you i lov
motionlessthere aren't words in the English language
to properly describe this loss. blackness.
blink out. fade out. go out. not
with a bang, but a whimper, your
thoughts won't unknot
from my own, i hear you in my dreams;
sleeping is my obituary for everyone
my antithesis, i'm so fucking terrified
you were right and that some part of me
needed you for a genuine reason.
emotion is not bottomless and you
are not forever. i miss you. i miss
how easily you made me cry. stale
mornings and birds that fly the wrong
direction are nothing compared to the way
you relit the world, birthing new stars
every time you touched something
you pretended to understand.
i never believed in your god, but i hope
you'll forward the prayers i sent
my earthly limitation, i'm sorry
you hurt so bad but i'm glad
it's directed at me. you should never
have to hold all that on your
own. emptiness cannot be ignored
or displaced; i wish i was better
at listening. tomorrow
stories from wonderlandthis is all
real, realer than I'd
like; my friends are ghosts
passing through the skeleton of me.
I am afraid of their words,
trailing from their lips
like wisps of smoke;
I have secondhand self-esteem
issues. and you,
you are more handsome now
than you ever were before
I was blinded by the
light. you hurt
like I do and in a world
of painkillers and
existential numbness that
is the fucking world, you hurt
like I do and you try
to shake it from your skin
like a shiver. you look at me
like I'm a natural disaster
and I guess I'm shivering, too, but
not for the same reason.
I don't know how to live
without wanting to die; you were
supposed to be the adventure
through unfamiliar territory
but you left
like I should.
I understand what it is
now to need someone. every
irregular heartbeat is a mini.eclipse
and I need that spark
so badly; I need you
to light me from
the inside like a lantern
this fear of the dark
The Dirge of EmptinessAs I watch, while the calls are made
Havoc rages without a trace
Bespoken reveries thus fade
Leaving a soul without a face
Our creation was not for hope
Thus did we beseech, to elope?
Alas, alone we soon awoke
The dirge, we heard – silence it broke
Faustian Sonnet IIWhen I reached the crossroads I said “Devil,
I met a stranger off the interstate,
gamblin’ man, gruff from greed who said he’ll
stir the tax man to Zion church to say:
‘Nineteen thirty-five, women and whiskey
begin runnin’ dry, the church says patience
be our profit, but preacher, you will see.
I’ve never seen you drink or seen you pray.’”
Gamblin’ man, gruff from greed, who said he’ll
be our prophet, and preacher, you will see.
When I reached the crossroads I said “Devil,
five— nineteen— thirty women and whiskey
stirred the tax man to Zion church to say:
‘I’ve never seen you drink or seen you pray.’”
a different storyevery corpse
in my laboratory
tells a tale
... a different story
i was burned in a fire
i was soaked in gas
i was pushed out a window
my throat was slashed
i was raped and strangled
i was shot
i died while driving and texting
i deserved what i got
i was run over
i was hung
i slipped from the highest
i lost my balance
on the stair
i broke my neck
i suffocated, no air
i took 200 tablets
i choked on steak
i jumped the fence at the zoo
i stepped on a snake
i tried to beat a train
now i'm a stain
i went down the wrong street
stabbed by gang-bangers and then beat
drank til i passed out
drown under my bathtub spout
hitchhiked on the road
shovel, lime and rope in the trunk, stowed
did my own electric
got zapped by power
dropped the soap
slipped in the shower
made love to a woman
with a wedding band
baseball bat, bludgeoned
by her husband's hand
work under a car
slam, squish, dead
no helmet on head
drugs, - overdose
sex, - aids
smoking, - cancer
war, - hand-grenad
Of Silver, Red, and Blackened SkyStanding straight with blade at ready
Steel, resolve and honor shone as
Bright as ardent, fated fire
Forged by blood and budding kingdom
Kaldan waited by the water
Where the dragon's torrid air burned
Scorching planks and scouring masts
Scattered o'er the glowing harbor
Thick and black, oppressive plumes plunged
Paradox deep into terror
Townsfolk fled in fearful droves that
Filled the night with frightful screaming
Stirring beasts left best to slumber
Bringing forth a roar so mighty
Frenzied light unleashed in her eyes
Lady Rinehart had awakened
Near the knight, the dragon dived in
"Now!" he shouted, blade swung downwards
Twin ballistas loosed their payloads
Launching spears entwined with fine steel
Piercing through the scaly cuirass
Clotheslining the flying wyvern
But - the bolts that held the weapon
Broke and tore and whipped the shoreline
Murder ran all through her thoughts as
Though the woe of others seemed trite
Rinehart told the wailing wives she'd
Wear their errant tongues as tr
Rub'i of MelancholyI who had once wished to the stars, aloft;
And paid from my deeds, for I thought, how oft
Have I dreamt of the days of old; my way -
cold, distant - like woodcraft that has gone soft
Kingdom MineWhen I look to the sky alight in red,
A blaze of gold and crimson flame above
The sails luffed up and jigging taut, I tread
Upon a sea of hope, my one true love.
At once the water breaks beneath the bow,
Like steel through Gordian’s cord; this kingdom mine!
I sail and sail, my freedom now endowed.
Once more, the day will rise on my own time.
Set sail into night- the stars so bright,
A guiding gift of God- afloat tonight.
Captain BeckhurstThey seek me here,
they seek me there,
SkyNavy seek me everywhere.
My thieving soul will be forever cursed,
for I am the dammed elusive,
I am a Lady SkyPirate,
with a fearsome reputation,
all quake in fear when they spy my flag,
It's certainly no cause for celebration.
The stories told about my deeds,
to be sure are filled with gore,
to hear them speak you'd think that I,
was rotten to the core.
Apparently I've slit the throats,
of at least a thousand men.
And lets not forget the ships I've wrecked,
time and time again.
By rights I should be swimming,
in all the blood I've shed.
My name a lone is cause,
for unimaginable dread.
Yet here's a little secret,
that might shock you and amaze.
Though I steal and cheat and lie,
and villains sing my praise.
The stories that they tell of me,
are simply all a sham.
Despite my wicked ways,
I've never killed a single man.
Yes I am a Lady SkyPirate,
with a cooked up reputation.
The gruesome tales of violent deaths,
are from the ima
My battle cryI wish I could take you back in time, to that day thirteen years ago,
To look through the veil to see the unseen, and the things only angels would know
To see The Lamb of God,
Creator of truth, My Lord and King,
Of all things on earth, and everything,
Knowing and calling me, By MY own name,
With a purchase of Blood through the cross he came,
To take this boy, this puny man,
And gently place him in the maker’s hand,
I know I was broken, But the bounty is paid,
When on Jesus’s body, all our sin had been laid,
On that day I wasn’t like all the rest,
For on that day my stone heart became flesh,
Of all the Love I’ll ever have, with deep affections or even a ring,
This Love for God is truest, for in me it changes everything,
If the changes aren’t coming and your spiritual life grows stale,
And from the cup that should be overflowing, tastes of bitter ale,
One question to you, do you love only what He gives?
Or with all that you are, do you love the God,
De regenboogOoit liep een man naar de regenboog.
Het moest en zou hem lukken!
Want aan de voet van de regenboog, zo zegt men,
Staat een pot vol gouden muntstukken.
Zijn hele leven heeft hij gezocht,
Met gescheurde kleren en open wonden.
Hij vervloekte de zon, hij vervloekte de regen
De pot met goud heeft hij nooit gevonden.
Wie zijn hele leven naar rijkdom zoekt
Omdat hij graag nog meer had gekocht
En al wie hem helpen wil, vervloekt
Zal sterven op een dode tocht.
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