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Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer
For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
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.
Dandelion QueenI dream of the ocean;
that paper-thin line where
the current swallows the stars
and the water churns violet
(you tell me to be
dandelion queen, we've
heard all these words before)
I will sleep heavy
and wake a few hours before dawn,
only to forget my name
my wave-weathered heart will cry,
I will cry (my biggest fear
is drowning in too many
of my own weighted words
you tell me to be
so I can hear the world breathe)
I want to go home
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
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.
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
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
WindowsHere am I, repeated,
and beyond waits everything
but everything is more
than I can bear.
I am not built for altitude
nor looking far afield;
groves and granite-sided mountains
stop my gaze
like rest for every tired wing;
a cover in the coldest time
snugged up beneath my chin.
Windows nothing more,
but safe lies there behind them
as the chambered hours pass;
safe sleeps there behind them
on the soft side of the glass.
Dry Spell I am immobilized by time.
by the idea that it is somehow slipping,
through the cracks of
my fingers and high
above my head.
I am terrified by the incessant notion
that no combination of thoughts,
could possibly satiate it.
I realize only now that it can never be filled:
all which is tossed into it is swallowed in haste
that it dissolves into non-being.
I find that I am caught within its furrows
much like the words it devo
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
Pull Her Hair/Stare At The StarsThe ghosts have crashed their ship
on the other side of town,
you can see it from the second floor
all the way over here.
You can see the white clouds
rising from the wreck
and a nova of heat, a big bright
nova of warmth pulling the moths and wolves
out from the woods (with their noses up and searching).
You can smell the yearning like bees
leaving the hive, like the grizzly brown bears
on the jagged white mountains (concrete and imposing).
They call it fear,
but I see these ghosts
scrambling up into the sky
and I like to think it's
something different entirely.
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
A Night By the FireNo light,
The light sired by the night
All above whilst the day's delights
Now disappears from mortal sight.
Faded away is the sun's power,
Taking the stage now is night's sallow flower;
Now mortals may behold the stars and falling shower.
Set in a pit Nature's skyscraper ablaze
And revel in the emanating heat as you gaze,
Looking down on occasion when you hear a crack from the fire
And witness "fireflies" flying away from mother's blaze;
Dying shortly after but not lacking burning beauty do they desire!
I look out towards the teasing shore
And meditate as we sit upon her door,
Thinking on what my future has in store;
Who I am now and even
FreakJust one more time,
I won't do it again.
It hurts so bad,
but I just can't stop.
I know I promised not to.
Please don't be mad.
I didn't mean to.
Why do you call me a freak?
I thought maybe you could help me.
I shouldn't have been so stupid,
I shouldn't have been so blind.
You told me it was my fault.
I believed you,
until someone told me you lied.
Why did you lie to me?
I thought friends didn't lie to each other.
I guess I can't trust you.
I can't trust a lot of people,
I never thought you'd be one of them.
Things change too fast,
this is one of those things.
Im GoneI'm gone,
you've lost control.
you don't know what it's about.
Come down from your cloud.
Life isn't simple.
Don't you know
all the things you're gonna miss?
that you don't understand.
dust yourself off,
and be a man.
I won't wait,
or cry all night.
Hit me again,
start another fight.
I don't need you,
I know you don't care.
Without all your lies,
you've been stripped bare.
You won't make it through life
Your fantasy isn't real.
Come back to reality,
just learn how to deal.
Get over it.
I'm not coming back.
I'm leaving you,
Questioning LifeI'm just like all the others.
I hate myself.
Because I'm caught up
in the world that condemned me.
when you've got nothing to live for?
I ask myself this everyday.
Yet somehow I go on.
My misery never fails
to defeat the happiness
that I cherish.
Why continue to fall
when there's nobody to catch you at the bottom?
I'm surrounded on the outside,
isolated on the inside.
The never-ending turbulance in my head
still knocks me off my feet.
Why try to fly
when your wings have been broken?
I'm wasting my life away,
daydreaming of impossible possibilities.
Why keep looking
Failed FateI'm falling in fast head first,
you catch me in strong arms.
This is just as perfect as I dreamed it could be.
So please don't drop me,
I would like to be held up like this always.
You're making my strength for me,
and forever is your promise.
This is too good to be true.
I know it is.
You'll wait for me, you say.
because that's what love is really means.
I watch all the others.
and compare what we have to them.
Look how much happier we are,
even in the short time we've known each other.
I know we're meant to be.
I think back on the events of the day
that we met.
It was all ar
I am dying now,
you've made it all so clear.
I can feel the hurt inside,
even when you're near.
I'm trying to piece my puzzle back together.
It was inevitable that I would break,
my sanity wasn't going to last forever.
Just when I think
I can finally breathe again,
someone makes it quite obvious,
that I really don't fit in.
What's the point of trying hard
if it won't get you anywhere?
And I'm wondering
what the point of giving is,
if no one's willing to share.
Don't tell me that I'm needed here,
don't bother telling me how you feel.
I think this is an illusion,
I'm not completely sure what is real.
but I can't
MistakesI'm sorry that I hurt you,
Sorry that I made you cry.
I buried all these feelings,
and now I'm wondering why.
I've never had the answers,
I've always been afraid.
I'm really truly sorry
for all the mistakes I've made.
You should hate me,
although you probably don't.
Don't think that I'll stop loving you,
I promise that I won't.
I'm just a scared little girl,
who is lost and confused.
I didn't mean to make you feel
like you were being used.
This is all so fucked up
and Id on't know what to do.
I never really thought
this would be the end of me and you.
I know there's no point in trying to fix this.
I think this is the end.
Stop Breaking Mei choke on my tears
and drown in pain
my soul leaks blood
it's just like yesterday
but not the day before
i was happy then
you gave me happiness
then took it away
when i was little
we called that indian giving
you put up your wall
and ran away
destiny isn't forever, is it?
take a peak at her
the little girl in the corner
thats what you did
thats what i did
everything was wrong
nothing could be perfect
let me go
don't touch me
you make me sick
give me your hand
let me take you somewhere
let me take you to the
where i have always slept
as you stumble
with no light to guide you
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