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Past MidnightFate brings us closer together once more,
as if the story will never be done,
but we've already learned and we've already grown
so I feel like I've already won.
How much more can I change, and what more do I need
is there reason to this anymore?
Or is happiness all that remains of our fate
until the end I've been waiting for?
A Little to the Left(singsongy)
That intimate position will negate any admission you would need to speak with me..
I'm always open for a chat with you, in fact I'd rather that you do proceed...
We don't even need a topic, since I know you're not myopic and we have such chemistry...
Just promise that we'll speak again, or my life will become bleak again, you see~
Sweet StingerThe honey flowing from your lips
cascading like a golden curtain of sweet silk
did not reach my tongue, but instead my lungs
as I breathed in the taste, the warmth,
the smooth essence of your words
which I savor in my own.
The pure emotion in your eyes
lured me to your hive
surrounding me with the comfort
that I was idly searching for.
I was addicted to the taste I hadn't even tasted,
but I heard it, I saw it, I smelled it, I felt it,
I breathed it, I lived it, I loved it, I kept it.
A Note to VisitorsAn oasis in a stone palace,
my heart is a waterfall of life,
a burst of lush elation
buried in ancient walls and pillars
clutching onto one another-
twisting mazes of cold,
that fear the wandering touches of tourists.
(my heart is
a breath of life in a tomb,
a treasure to be found
but not taken,
not even in pictures
because the flash can be damaging!)
headless horsesYou force my head down like you're booking me
got me boiling and drowning like you're cooking me
when you look towards the ground, you think you look at me
but I'm still around without what you took from me.
You do what you do cause you're afraid of change
we are stallions who don't need you holding reins
and if only you knew that we share the same pain,
yes, it's true, believe it or not we are the same.
Shadow in a sunny worldI don't want to hate...
I don't want to always turn away from you;
smiling or sullen,
in my presence you afflict me...
I know I can't go back,
I can't forgive you for the way you've been.
Trying to gain my affection
has only hurt me even more.
The damage is already done,
and every day I have to feel this pain.
Any respect I had for you is gone,
and now I just try to stay away.
WhyI stay strong so I can see your smile without breaking down.
I stay strong because my youth won't last forever.
I stay strong because my optimism keeps me happy.
I stay strong because I believe it's for the better.
If I was weak I wouldn't have gotten back up every time I fell.
If I was weak I would have tried to forget my favorite memories.
If I was weak I would hate how much I love you.
If I was weak I would have moved on by now.
On to nothing.
WaningThe brighter the sun shines, the darker the shadow it makes,
but you somehow shone all of my light back at me, rejecting darkness.
You used my light and learned from it. You appreciated me. You loved me.
I watched you grow throughout the night, becoming full and cheerful.
You would throw sideways smiles in my direction.
My body would burn with passion.
Sometimes you would wish for your own light.
I wanted to say,
all we need to be complete is each other,
but I could only try to help you understand how beautiful you already were,
just as you reflected my light back to me.
Funeral for the Second DeathOf everyone, he was the first
to arrive at the chosen church
as everyone had expected-
his lover was the one who's dead.
Throughout the funeral, didn't cry,
in fact he didn't bat one eye,
and silent stares stabbed through his shirt-
Why hadn't he looked at all hurt?
After the viewing, many left,
all feeling empty and bereft.
The man stayed, the girl's mother too
to ask him what he's going through.
"Are you upset, or still in shock?"
she asked the man, who didn't talk
until she gave up and then fled,
and as she did he finally said:
"Is it still considered a sin
when the dead try to die again,
to permanently rest in peace
when those who died are not deceased?
If no more words escape her lips
once sensitive as fingertips,
words left spoken could all be lies,
as who's to say, she didn't want to die?"
Bridge ClosedIn the city of spires
thrust upward through the body of cloud
a piercing spike of adrenalin,
as the wind fondly ruffles her hair,
doesn't stop her from jumping up.
Reaching to be seen or saved,
by a city that blinks and misses her -
a temporary peak on the skyline.
Doesn't stop her from slamming
into the steel slashes
of the trainline below.
Even the most beautiful places
to those blinded by the inside-out-agony
of breathing against their will.
The city of spires remember her
as the cause for a bridge closed
on a Sunday.
Poem for My 2nd Semester English Teacher(Short v.)You stapled these words to the page.
Like a modern day tyrant,
You denied them the little humanity
You trapped their souls into
And threw them to the curb,
I understand that certain things
Should be left Inhuman
But we even give hurricanes names.
You taught us to separate the person from the art,
But if the art is about that person, you can’t pull them apart
FlamesThere are flames where
his head should be -
a poem left in the fireplace,
a dressing gown, a pipe,
forty pieces of silver.
This man promised you a winter
so warm and bountiful
spring would be ashamed.
He called you by name -
not the one that father knew
shoved under his bible.
But the one left behind
in the branches,
in the bucket of brambles,
and the columbines
buried at your feet.
Stones on the battlefield,
surrender in the grass.
What did his face
even look like behind the curtain,
counting those coins
and loosening the damp earth
from your shoes?
FriendshipFriendship is a tapestry
Woven through the years
With threads of joy and laughter
Happiness and tears
It's a work of art so priceless
It's shared by a precious few
Yet so easily created
By a loving friend like you
a love poemlike a dictionary ripe
with salted, sun spotted
words that emanate power
and splendor, i am unable
to describe you.
each one of us carries cemeteries beneath our skinyou are not the only one
to walk like there are
who looks both ways
before crossing the road
"knew a girl who";
you are alive
and you will experience
hurt, and you will
be so thankful
for every painful breath you take
because it's better than when
everything goes quiet
and all you feel is exhaustion.
there is more than just
one cold snap
before you enter
the winter of your life.
there are spells
of sadness and rage,
hate and denial
of all that you know
and all that you deserve;
and you are not the only one
to fight for everyday you are here,
alive and breathing
and striving to thrive
on such an unforgiving planet,
in such a world
that births emotional deserts
in its people;
you are not the only one
The lighthouseOn the top of the cliff
Facing the endless blue ocean
There is a place
Where a bright light shines
Guiding people through the night
And through the storm
A place of mystery and wonder
A sight to behold
Let its light guide you
So you can find happiness
to nurse doe (whom we all know) i watched her
blood orange heart
cleanse and suture
old bullet wounds and
new bouts of lilacs,
lime, and blue
her alcohol and aloe
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