| Unfinished. |
Jan 27, 2007 10:30 am
1641 Views | In the remote reaches of sleeplessness
I'm visited by delusion.
Shapeless shifting shadows
Proffering rapture and confusion. | |
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26 Comments | |
| Moral algebra. |
Jan 25, 2007 7:46 am
1469 Views | You plus me equalled us,
But then you added him
And the equilibrium
Was lost.
And down the long division
Of the days, sorrows
Multiplied and
Caring waned, so
I hurt you and you hurt me,
Pain mushroomed exponentially.
The game became
Simple zero sum.
The winner lost
The loser won.
The formula could not
Be found. Love was
Subtracted,
Hopes rounded down.
A fraction now,
A poor reflection
Of what was once
Harmonic progression.
So here is proof
If proof be needed
Of why our heads
Must oft be heeded.
For hearts to stay
Forever true
They can be squared
But never cubed. | |
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12 Comments | |
| Against solitude. |
Jan 23, 2007 3:57 am
1591 Views | I took a lover as a safeguard
Against solitude.
A premeditated strategy that
I deemed would deliver me
From the void of my own company.
In vain, of course.
Such prevention taken tardy is
No substitute for cure. | |
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16 Comments | |
| If I could spare you my sadness. |
Jan 16, 2007 3:31 am
1792 Views | I would spare you my sadness
If I could
Its disconsolate contagion.
It belongs to me
And I alone
Embrace its desolation.
Pale sibling mine
Siamese twined
Troth plighted unto death.
This melancholy flesh
Will fail
Leave bleached bones of regret.
Kiss me then, cry fragile tears
Caress my cheek
And go.
I'll cleave to grief
And take her hand
And follow her below. | |
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27 Comments | |
| Self harm. |
Jan 15, 2007 10:30 am
1671 Views | She cut herself again today.
She took a knife and sliced
Through the palm of her hand
And across my heart. | |
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14 Comments | |
| Your comment has been denied due to the following reason: Language is not supported. |
Jan 15, 2007 6:00 am
Mood: rejected, 1688 Views | Feel free to submit a new comment.
But not the old one, that was bad.
We didn't know what you were saying
And you know that makes us mad.
We're doing this for your benefit.
It hurts us more than it does you.
So if you'd please refrain
From doing it again
We won't have to lose our cool.
Feel free to submit a new comment.
But please make it English this time.
It's the language of globalization
Of science and business and crime.
It's the language of market led forces
Of liberty, freedom and choice.
If we see Spanish again
There's no need to explain
Steps will be taken to sanction your voice.
Feel free to submit a new comment.
But don't pull that nonsense puh-lease.
We are extremely tolerant people.
But only up to a certain degree.
This site is for speakers of English
And so we see nothing wrong
In wiping your writing
(Which in truth, ain't exciting)
And carting you off to amigos.com. | |
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12 Comments | |
| For sale. |
Jan 14, 2007 8:52 am
1542 Views | Anyone want to buy an old dream?
One careful owner.
Well cared for.
Only taken out on special occasions.
Still gleams in the light.
Still shines in the night.
Still runs alright.
You know how it is.
You wake up one morning.
Stare at the ceiling
And think,
This is a young man's dream.
It needs someone to take her out,
See what she can do,
Really let her rip.
Anyone want to buy an old dream?
Going for a song.
Or nearest offer.
I'll be sorry to see her go.
She gleamed in the light.
She shone in the night.
She ran alright. | |
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14 Comments | |
| Asphyxia |
Jan 11, 2007 8:25 am
1589 Views | She lived her life
like a held breath
and when
finally
it burst open
there was no-one to hear
her gasps
to know if they were sobs
of joy or despair. | |
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13 Comments | |
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| Breakfast in hell. |
Jan 9, 2007 6:23 am
1493 Views | Coffee's ready.
I take the pot
from the stove as
a bullet from the dark
spatters someone's dreams
across a classroom wall.
Stifling a yawn, I pour
a market-place of corpses
into my favourite mug.
A sip, too hot, I pause
to let the sobs of a freshly
violated child fade away.
My keys? Ah yes, beside the
shallow grave of..who?
I forget. I bite
the toast, the taste of
slash-burned wood bitter
to my tongue.
Another sip, another
bite, another landmine
severed limb clogs
the hall.
Through the door and
out, to lose myself
amongst the faceless
living and the nameless
dead. | |
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11 Comments | |
