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Cold and DesperateThe rain pours down
Upon forlorn ground
Earning my enmity as I weep.
The blood-stained memories in winter's icy grip,
Grass, brown and dying, swaying as if a ship.
Behind unseeing eyes of brown,
Those opaque windows to a soul unfound,
A man longs and pleads,
Unheard among the dark green weeds.
The pain, so sweet, is a means to an end,
As no man's heart learns to defend
Against such sweet pain
The emotions she feigns
Warmth never obtained
And desperate love never gained.
Such a sad thing,
The mournful silence as the sparrow sings,
The unheard keening as his soul bleeds,
Unacknowledged in this prison of weeds.
The thick brown barbs of the withering rose bush,
They tear so deeply, they push, they push,
And I feel the oncoming fear,
A resolute darkness that is always near.
Is there any hope as yet,
Or is my fate already set?
Why must I wait
For the passing of fate,
For my fear to become hate,
For the sun to shine too late?
Can I conquer what I cannot see?
Why is it that I must always flee?
Journey SolitaryLost he seems.
Forsaken he feels.
Its back the world hath turned,
on this lonely soul.
In sight there is not a friend.
A helping hand no one to lend.
To accompany him just fear and dread,
on his long trek home.
Feelings are Dust (even when ours are the same)
Dark chocolate & espresso
with Bic ink you're dust.
My stomach & your brain
makes dawn a twilight red dusk.
A couple of words
describe us two.
me & you.
Get the drift? Feel that draft?
That's an ozone aroma, a prelude to rain.
Nature's craft is my gift
and my gift is just a game.
I don't know how you feel now but if you'll have some dark chocolate and espresso with me we'll probably feel the same.
Whatever that's worth.
WishmasterA whisper, in cold skies of old, dying stars
Is heard, and their lingering death
With not one regret turns and scatters in waste,
As realms of shattered humanity haste
To live and to burn out their breath.
Yet soon there's a scream, a small cry of despair
That binds all the skies to avail,
And one daring soul stands behind to convey
His wish to unravel all living dismay,
To bury his past and prevail.
And thus it begins, as no man can escape
The sweet domination of want,
While stars burn and shine, for so he allows,
The master of wishes that hastily vows
To bring forth desires to grant.
But no man can endure the cruel truth behind,
The wasteland of the human fate,
As all exploration of such fragile minds
Leads only to nothing, and all that it finds
Are fragments of wishes and hate.
And so he remains, whose new story of life
Has neither a middle nor end.
For stars will grow cold and will wantonly die
When wishes are old, while humanity’s lie
Of life will no longer commend.
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
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