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BareTwo hearts thud slightly off beat. Two chests pressed close, bare.
Fingertips in all their subtlety, Brush ever so gently across
A blushing cheek. Eyes close, Tongues dance behind thirsty lips,
And trembling lungs draw quickly at heated air.
Bodies plead in Silent longing. Tongue-brushed lips
Caress one another. Limbs intertwine, seductive
Words exchanged with each Lingering touch.
Their breaths between them interchange form one chest
To the other. Wandering hands evoke tiny sounds
That slip under breath between timid lips.
Bodies tremble, unaware and afraid,
Driven by impulse, feeding from the urge.
Two hearts thud slightly off beat and two chests press close,
Philosophy or stream of consciousnessCan I not partake of the fruit of life itself and live believing the lies that everyone else is meant to take whole heartedly and never question?
Is it philosophy or is it rampant rambling of random realities that, I remember, are not real, but rather representations of repressed emotion?
With open eyes I belittle my own beliefs, believing that the belly of the beast, which I am meant brutally to slay, is brought upon us from behind. It is beneath benevolence. Or is it above?
Not quite intentionally, I inspire myself with inquisitions about the inherently invented world, in which this individual race places itself on a pedestal of inexplicable power.
It is a pedestal that prevents the pretentious people from assessing honestly their predisposed reign of power.
I am meant to slay that malevolent creature which, with malice, made its way into the marvelous and makeshift, meaningless hearts of meaningful people.
The majority of them pretending merry, and misinterpreting the meaning meant
Locked away.Something here is beautifully imbalanced and unpredictable,
working it's way into the core of my being,
sinking its ivory teeth
into the flesh of my evanescent soul.
My bruised limbs ache with desire
and my silken bones bend with the winds.
A voice that cracks and breaks in the breeze
weaves itself into otherwise habitual sounds
of the waking morning.
The essence of the sound reverberates off of the marble
and cries against the walls.
I am intoxicated by the voice,
unaware that the sound I am so searching for
is slipping between my own cracked lips.
The silver and stone are worn smooth from years
Phantom fingertips claw at the cage in which I am held.
Their fearful screams echo with my own suffered voice.
Trapped now like so many others,
I sit now, waist deep in submission to circumstance.
What is left now in this hopeless place?
Nothing but the beauty in darkness.
The harmony in dissonance.
What is left now, but sorrow?
Living Spiritshe paces the halls, her perfume thickened the air like smoke
her gown tattered and bleached of color by death
paramour of the night
taker of sanity
devouer'r of sanctity
her hair laced about her waist
flows in the still air
her sillhouette entrances
steals from you
her footsteps light
her toes brush the floor
leaving trails of blood from years of barefoot pacing
years of splintering wood
bare soles of feet sear in pain
she paces always
searching for the light in eternal darkness
... ...searching... ...
The Musician's DanceHer parchment skin
stained by years of read-
and reread- was soft to the touch.
Caressed by age and wear,
the halves and wholes,
dotted and tied
were smudged and faded.
He struggled with the time-signature;
she couldn't be read so easily.
He took his time.
She tried his patience.
Switching from key to key,
broken harmonies fell from her lips.
He struggled with the dissonance.
She graced the ivory keys for a moment,
and then the discord struck again.
He stood, turned, and stepped away.
With his back to the music
she wouldn't leave his mind.
Each note echoed within him.
Drawn as any artist to his work
he groaned and sat again before her.
He placed a weary palm against her
in a silent pledge of resolve.
Then, with sudden passion
the music broke forth.
Ethereal harmony gave way to
dark and gorgeous dissonance.
She danced upon the ivory floor,
bare and beautiful to the ear.
Her parchment skin was soft to the touch.
He laughed as she played
upon his fingertips.
She smiled in that way
More Than is ThereHis fingers overlap,
End over end, around
Her wrists. He can feel
Bones pressing gaudily through
The skin. Her slender form
Seems to shrink before the
Hateful glare in the mirror,
And he can tell that she
Sees more in her reflection
Than is there.
She shudders deep inside his embrace.
Her weak heart trembles as a
Flutterby, struggling not to cease
Its faint beating.
She tries to weep into his chest,
But each choppy breath pains her.
She just KNOWS he is as
Disgusted with her body as she is.
He weeps into her thinning hair.
Lost and hurt, he wants to help
Her. He loves her more than the world,
And the world has turned her against herself.
She is starving before his eyes,
Disappearing when all she sees is fat,
He can see that she
Sees more in her reflection than is there.
Why can't he make her see, even in her sickness,
She is perfect.
DimitriWander through the trees,
Stare up at the pale blue sky,
Black branches out like claws.
Find you sitting, crying no tears,
Staring into nothing,
With a silver blade sliding
Across the smooth, pale skin
Of your arm.
Golden eyes wide but unseeing
As the blade cuts.
Blood drips slow but steady
Onto your old striped shirt
And I watch without words
As it seeps in- another stain of pain.
You've returned to your old ways
Your wicked, Dark ways of
Skin torn eyes unmoving and a
Look of pain and terror frozen on
Your sculpted face.
Your wings gone, and you'll no longer
You'll not be one of us again.
You've killed too many
Broken us all.
You were our downfall.
So be lost, keep cutting.
You'll not return to us again.
Heaven closes its gates to you
And we keep your wings locked away.
The Title Is A MysteryYesterday, I doubted
Today, I just don't know
Tomorrow determines everything
But today, it seems to glow.
A week ago I cried,
Clueless of the world,
Wondering what confusing life
Into which I had been hurled.
A month ago was different,
Sad and full of stress,
Each day from school to home I'd go
And for hours I would rest.
At night when I would wake again,
I'd gaze up at the moon,
With a tears, I'd wish again,
That the light would shine through soon.
Yesterday, I doubted,
And today I just don't know,
Tomorrow, I'll know everything
But today just seems to glow.
LoveI admire everything about you.
You are beautiful.
You are smart.
You are open minded.
You have one of the only truly free spirits i know.
You are one of my only true friends.
You critique my work.
You help me find ways to better myself.
You have helped bring out the best in me.
You stay up and talk to me.
You listen to me.
You are there for me.
You encourage me.
You inspire me.
I love you.
It swallows you whole,
Exceeds your control.
Apprehends your soul,
Until it has taken its toll.
It’s an overwhelming feeling.
That is made to be appealing
And you can’t help revealing,
The doubts you are concealing.
It’s an undefined dimple
And a well known jingle.
But only when you are single
Does it all seem so simple.
It is one of life’s many gifts,
That empowers and uplifts
And can lead you adrift.
Should you miss your shift.
It is impossible to describe it.
It is impossible to fight it.
Because once it is ignited
And once you have tried it.
It will take your independence.
You will become used to its presence.
You will become addicted to its essence
And include it at the end of your every sentence.
It exists even in the hearts of its haters.
It is a taste even they will savour
And although its duration wavers.
There will never be a feeling that is greater.
Everything I have said and more.
I am merely repeating what you already know.
To Go TogetherHe promised me forever...
Just me, only me.
I remember that I smiled,
Whispered, "Good, cause I'll love you always."
And he kissed my hair.
Our years went by, and I made a promise
I didn't want to make.
To stay alive, if he went first.
First, I refused, my heart already pained...
"Promise me," I heard him say,
"For I promised you forever and that promise,
It still holds true."
So I wiped a tear away, I grabbed his hand,
And with no promise of happiness, I said,
"I promise... though I'll grow more pained each day."
And he smiled, squeezed my hand, and said, "I'll love you always."
The years of our life went by,
And I begun to notice his pain.
Time and worried time again,
I'd ask if he was okay...
Each time, same answer,
But my concern didn't fade.
One day, towards the end of our life,
We both awoke in the middle of the night.
He took my fragile hand so gently,
And whispered,"It's my time..."
And I began to cry.
With the weakest of whispers, he said,
"Remember your promise...
And that yo
IllusionaryI'll caress you softly,
like gentle rain drops
always wanting more,
a little is never enough.
Close your eyes, I will
make your fears disappear.
Come with me, I'll make
the signs change forever.
The night will slowly
show itself when you least
Come on now, don't be
afraid to taste it.
Follow me inside, no
one can hear your
You haven't lost your
this is only just a
LegacyI despise that by design I am destined to die
I’m desperate to find any way I can to defy
It’s simple to see life offers no sequel
And no opportunity is created equal
Life is flawed, full of indelible kinks and crinkles
No matter how hard you press iron steam to wrinkle
Let it be; instead of reveling in damning hate
I plan to paint my fate by hand
And carve my own identity as destiny dictates
I’ll invent my own recipe
And give the world the best of me
Let the rest of me sink in obscure seas of time
Lend my heart to art, breathe in life with each line
Exhale excellence and seize what’s rightfully mine
One-half man submerged in human history
One-half idea to live in fame or infamy
For centuries existing beyond my mortal misery
With these words of wizardry and different sensibilities
Some intellect, introspective thoughts and humane empathy
Maturity, courage, a strong sense of humility
Talent, support, a showcase of my abilities
And honestly, a lot of luck in the f
sense and sensesMy tongue drips wet with gentle lyrics
from a passionate soul.
My heart beats strong through the choking,
Burning heat of sorrow.
My fingertips paint the world transparent with words,
Both tender and rough.
My eyes speak ethereal, aching, and silent triumph
Over societal acceptance.
My feet hold ground through the stampede:
ruthless, mindless masses.
My ears ache under the pressing chaos
That constantly invades.
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