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swallowing the morning glow and
quiet pills:
fawn-eyed and rabbit-eared to
watch the warmth of limbo
touch the
city
going down down down
to where nothing alive
can see
the palls of grey hanging
from streetlights
and i try to find a metaphor
1. (hide your eyes from
penny candy and laughter--
white caravans and
dirt)
2. something less complex than nonsense;
simpler than art and noble habits
purging in the alleyways all the
virgin snow and eyelights
3. maybe it was meant to be this way:
the cold wakes the neighbors
as fate meets destiny to conspire
a way out
a religion
a brothel
a murder that wasn't meant to complete
me or the manifestation
of exposure
and the trees bend beneath
like there's a hurricane instead of snowflakes
quiet pills:
fawn-eyed and rabbit-eared to
watch the warmth of limbo
touch the
city
going down down down
to where nothing alive
can see
the palls of grey hanging
from streetlights
and i try to find a metaphor
1. (hide your eyes from
penny candy and laughter--
white caravans and
dirt)
2. something less complex than nonsense;
simpler than art and noble habits
purging in the alleyways all the
virgin snow and eyelights
3. maybe it was meant to be this way:
the cold wakes the neighbors
as fate meets destiny to conspire
a way out
a religion
a brothel
a murder that wasn't meant to complete
me or the manifestation
of exposure
and the trees bend beneath
like there's a hurricane instead of snowflakes
Literature
Automatic
"Darling"
You say
In perfect syncopation with
Glass shattering in my bloodstream
"I'm sorry"
Rasping
Captivating
Nauseating
Distance and indifference
Bleeding through the wallpaper
As I bend silver hair clips into geometric nonsense
"For everything."
Your fingerprints indelible on my jawline
"I was never"
The taste of ammunition
"Angry at you."
As raw broken bones
Fractured clear through the marrow.
Literature
Nightmares.
I tend to sleep
clutching my chest
my head under a pillow
to keep the monsters
from escaping
I would rather have them inside
feasting on my intestines
then abandon them to the night
That way I at the very least
have something to keep me
company
Literature
Porcelain
from within
this small
open wound
your blood
gradually seeps
a dark
violent
river
of purity
and deceit
flowing upon
your skin
into my soul
and onto
my lips
savor
that very first drop
radiant
with hope
glistening
lighting the way
through catatonia
like an angel's fall
from grace
like the hiss
of the serpent's forked tongue
from deep within
this small open wound
I long to see
the ruins of her
bathed in an unearthly light
beauty in all its enthralling
decrepit elegance
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As I read this, I was not aware of your intent. I faved it before I read the comments and descriptions. Without that context the poem describes a feeling that transcends your specified intent. Although, metaphorically, the words evoke a frustration that is most intimate within me.
On the note of rape, and I cannot say why, I cannot fathom and have avoided the topic in any form. I find the topic physically disturbing and with no apparent direct cause. Just, mentally my mind recoils. Even this is the most I have ever said and, perhaps, that is a good thing (mind you I will not be able to repeat this. But it is a start).
You have struck between my mind's eye in a myriad of light. I am ... moved.
On the note of rape, and I cannot say why, I cannot fathom and have avoided the topic in any form. I find the topic physically disturbing and with no apparent direct cause. Just, mentally my mind recoils. Even this is the most I have ever said and, perhaps, that is a good thing (mind you I will not be able to repeat this. But it is a start).
You have struck between my mind's eye in a myriad of light. I am ... moved.