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For love and the distance comesThere isn't a
pupil to guide us
No gulf we bridge or synthesized kiss
Though I remain,
locked into your solenoidal and
promises and pocked with hope.
We talked of Subtle lies and voice deceit within hardy lips,
We inch them ever
closer to their highest peak;
To speak of our love and the echo
Of halfhearted gestures.
But for a time,
Every word had passed between
Each thought. Each pleasure.
When we laughed into our lowest grin
And a grander
frown that smiled back.
Regret at my Grandmothers DeathbedI remember the moment before I broke down.
Her expression, lost and sunken - coquettish of decay. In the hospital room, we listen to "The Six Suites for Uncompanied Cello." I wait for the strum of violin to soften, to draw what time we have into a slow, discordant melody of Bach's symphony. I wait for the stench of chemicals and sweat to smell like nothing. I Wait for winter to sift its chill from the window glass and draw the hairs on my skin to stand on end.
I wait for the moment to rise like a storm and break the silent gulf between us. I wait to throw my hideous throng from my chair and roll its thunder beside a bed of neglected years.
I had rained of tears, and fell the parched earth of her caucus plain until every drop had trickle down the withered seams of a hollowed cheek.
Until every tear had scoured through her dry flesh and decrepit lips, and flooded regret into its
Great, saltine mesh and bathed within a dimple of her curious grin.
When I had
All of the hated and forgotten wordsTO WAR WITH WORDS!
Why do I fail?
day after day,
do tears become my meat and I taste
of its lifeless, thought?
Why do I rise like the burning
and my cold epitaph then slur
into a stone
and is only scarcely scorned?
She was a solitary, light browATTENTION....THIS STORY IS NOT YET FINISHED! TO BE CONTINUED AND LATER EDITED! THANKS.
She was a solitary, light brown complexion. A frail and sickly color that kept to the shade of the underbrush.
Jake had been observing her astutely for some time now, trying his best to contemplate why this one, particular mallard duck had distanced herself from the rest of the flock. The brook continued to yearn into the depths of wild bush. Hissing over rocks and under the shade of great oaks. Occasionally she waddled on the wet sand. Only a few, meager steps into nothingness and nuzzled underneath her wing. She did not seem to care or notice that Jake was still watching her from across the bank. Nipping carelessly at an iridescent plumage of drab feathers, purple-blue and white. Jake noticed that the back of her neck, as well as her backside, had become completely bald. Most of the time she just stared. Her eyes, empty. As if she was blind to the world.
Soon enough, a male had swooped down on top
Fall of the LeafSummer ended at the edge of an equinox
I watched it pass into
saw it fade from slats of fabric
onto Sunday's, overcast
shadow that lapsed at the glass pane.
There was but one
breath left of summer as time aged by the window.
Thoughts stir where the saccurums wake,
like winters cage of blossoms to ripen;
I had transcended from each
And foiled the hope of my every
lateral, structure until all are fallen
From the green of lush and
Ever Northward into the fray of their weathered elements is a
deepening Autumn lament,
Boreal and decay
Lustrous yet plain
In SanityI find myself in a world of white,
This place it feels so pure.
The Sun's rays are warm and bright
I've never felt so sure.
I explore the land and all its sights,
I enjoy the world's grand tour.
I wander around until the night
Shows what it has in store.
In the darkness, a speck of light
Reveals a hidden door.
I turn the handle and peer inside,
A sight I can't endure.
I turn to run, to escape my plight,
I dare not to explore.
But something inside catches my eye,
I can't resist the lure.
I awake to find myself tied tight,
A voice tries to assure,
"This one may finally fix you right,
Maybe this is the cure."
Ακόμα μόνος του΄
περιπλανιέται εδώ και εκεί,
μα πάντα επιστρέφει,
αλλού δε βρίσκει καταφύγιο.
τόσο αδύναμος που κανείς δεν τον πιστεύει.
Ακολουθεί τα περιστ&
BloodRunning away, again and again through the years
Moving from white square to black and back
Packing and unpacking things without meaning
Carrying them from here to there religiously
The doctor says there’s nothing wrong, but still
I’m up at three, drinking coffee, coughing up blood
Watching the same old ghosts watching me
I don’t have to pack them when I move, they follow
A cannibal who’s eaten everyone around him
I’ve turned on myself now, three toes already gone
Watching the lights of the modem blink yellow
No connection; another cough, another coffee alone
kafka has been dead foreveri.
I am going to cut the veins out of my neck:
pull the stars from the legiments
drown the cities in bruises
I am going to burn in hell:
tear down the pyramids, the faces, the continents
the weight of the universe
(if I live to be 20
I will know the landscape of my mind
as well as the bottom of the ocean
& people I've never met)
CarcinogensMy hands smell
like antiseptic solution
and cancer, because
the peroxide won’t
cleanse your cigarette
ashes from my nails,
and the cremation
jar is still smoking.
Asperger SyndromeAsperger Syndrome is awesome.
Asperger Syndrome is cool.
Asperger Syndrome rocks.
People with Asperger Syndrome are sweet but not that outgoing.
People with Asperger Syndrome have their interests.
People with Asperger Syndrome have their pet peeves too.
People with Asperger Syndrome are quirky.
People with Asperger Syndrome sometimes have other problems too.
People with Asperger Syndrome have feelings.
People with Asperger Syndrome are people too.
Pop Rocksbeads of roman sweat and dust
lace the wind like meth into pop rocks—
feel the fizzlepop of history flamenco
across your justahuman tongue
and wonder why your professor never
lectured on the strawberry tang
of crusaders' sloshed blood.
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