I once fell flat on my face
and spat blood for weeks
the pain never felt so real as when it actually hits me
I gave up love
gave up truth
forgot myself
drunk in purgatory
I swear religiously about sanity
the cracked windows
spent my life waiting for this moment
and it passed me by
it couldn't come quickly enough and now I missed myself.
passed myself by,
tripped my own shadow
stepping on dark shoelaces
i am faint and alone
screaming quietly
just so no one can hear me
I got so tired of worries from others
I became real
and lost myself
stand and wait for stars to alight on your shoulder
the world would do the same for someone it loved
I would too
I would scream anthems that proved my truth
that I am unknown
even to myself
what did I do to my core
the very moment I tried so valiantly to step out into the world?
I crashed with all the fury and intent of a comet
that is,
no intent, and what fury does an inanimate objest possess
truth is?
I crashed.
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Angel wings framed frantic inhalations
a rolled 50 was never meant to convey temoporary uplifting damnnation
my own lips failed to give pause to my frenetic heartbeat
ill favored tidings leapt from her teeth
I love when you get the chance to lose perfection
Grasping the cold glass of fake salvation
I only whispered to the night
and wondered why the winter wind swept my lips
such a chilling passion
ill tasting temptations
fouled my memories of bliss on the rocks
I never have felt so lost
when surrounded by friends
have you ever felt...
that you are all alone on the dark side of the moon?
and that nothing you can say will ever make sense...













Devious Comments
Comments
That's a good line.
I love your writing.
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"Hi, do you have time to save the children?"
"Probably not."
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i tend to wander down the wrong rabbit hole quite frequently.
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"Hi, do you have time to save the children?"
"Probably not."
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i tend to wander down the wrong rabbit hole quite frequently.
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"Hi, do you have time to save the children?"
"Probably not."
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i tend to wander down the wrong rabbit hole quite frequently.
I think it is a very raw and passionate piece. As always your writing evokes very strong images and conflicting emotions - my favorite line is "fouled my memories of bliss on the rocks". How strange that an affair of the heart - no matter how difficult and painful at the time it may have been, always, alway seems like bliss when one is no longer emersed in an affair - even the painful side of love is missed. - Great, great line!
it sounds to me like a vulnerability i can rarely ever achieve.
i guess the loneliness i see here resonates with me.
love you
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As usual, I was thinking about the moments of the past,
letting my memory rush over them like water
rushing over the stones on the bottom of a stream.
-"Nostalgia" Billy Collins
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