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POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Still Burning
You are hidden who knows where,
among the yellowing leaves of
a paralyzed time, crystallized
in the nothingness of memory.
It was my own hand to throw you
over the edge, to curse your thorns,
o adolescent rose, goddess of my silence;
I couldn't go any further
your radiant summer,
I couldn't see the ice glistening beyond
the garden of dreams.
Years have fallen like lead dominoes,
I've learned to dance with life
even as it simulates death, and yet,
if there is light in this sunset of stone,
it's because a...
among the yellowing leaves of
a paralyzed time, crystallized
in the nothingness of memory.
It was my own hand to throw you
over the edge, to curse your thorns,
o adolescent rose, goddess of my silence;
I couldn't go any further
your radiant summer,
I couldn't see the ice glistening beyond
the garden of dreams.
Years have fallen like lead dominoes,
I've learned to dance with life
even as it simulates death, and yet,
if there is light in this sunset of stone,
it's because a...
#bittersweet
#despair
#heartbroken
#loneliness
#sadness
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Meaningless
Our love exists beyond
the glass of reality;
we gather words and images
to compose a collage
of omens, smells, radiations,
watching and listening
as every piece
falls into unnamability;
we steal the speed of light
to spread like flames
across the weakness
of syllables,
the uncertainty of shapes:
we reject the prison
of meaning.
the glass of reality;
we gather words and images
to compose a collage
of omens, smells, radiations,
watching and listening
as every piece
falls into unnamability;
we steal the speed of light
to spread like flames
across the weakness
of syllables,
the uncertainty of shapes:
we reject the prison
of meaning.
#crush
#FallingInLove
#happiness
#love
#romantic
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She
She spent her days
wishing for water
in a world of flames
Shifting shadows,
venomous voices
all around her
in wake and sleep
She couldn't
make music
of the noise
the fire made
She was
the devil's cigarette
wishing for water
in a world of flames
Shifting shadows,
venomous voices
all around her
in wake and sleep
She couldn't
make music
of the noise
the fire made
She was
the devil's cigarette
#curse
#fate
#luck #nightmares
#luck #nightmares
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It Is What It Is
Dealt a skunk-rotten hand
by the unseen hand
of some fun-loving demiurge,
caught in a deluge
of unpleasant nothings
that add up to
catastrophic somethings,
I keep this load on the road
wishing it could be lighter,
yes, I keep myself on the road
wishing it would be smoother
but it is what it is
and nobody cares about
the price weak little birds pay
when the stronger ones must fly.
by the unseen hand
of some fun-loving demiurge,
caught in a deluge
of unpleasant nothings
that add up to
catastrophic somethings,
I keep this load on the road
wishing it could be lighter,
yes, I keep myself on the road
wishing it would be smoother
but it is what it is
and nobody cares about
the price weak little birds pay
when the stronger ones must fly.
#despair
#fear
#grief
#loneliness
#sadness
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About M.
Life, you ask too much of me:
to roll her picture up
into a ball of oblivion, cast her
into the stormy world she came from.
It's beyond me.
I can't help but let the angry wind
lash at my hands and face;
it's a caress that makes me bleed,
a kiss that burns like a bullet hole,
and while it's true she never loved me
and I should rip her out of my life
like an old wilted flower,
she's still a beautiful red rose to me,
her thorns still fresh.
to roll her picture up
into a ball of oblivion, cast her
into the stormy world she came from.
It's beyond me.
I can't help but let the angry wind
lash at my hands and face;
it's a caress that makes me bleed,
a kiss that burns like a bullet hole,
and while it's true she never loved me
and I should rip her out of my life
like an old wilted flower,
she's still a beautiful red rose to me,
her thorns still fresh.
#bittersweet
#denial
#heartbroken #sadness
#heartbroken #sadness
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Gloom
A single dragonfly
could spark joyful words
in this glacial gloom,
instead,
flies darken the sun,
the glowing hive
I once called home.
could spark joyful words
in this glacial gloom,
instead,
flies darken the sun,
the glowing hive
I once called home.
#dark
#despair
#grief
#heartbroken
#sadness
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For Safety
Love, that old snake,
comes to thaw my heart
with its honey-sweet kisses.
I light a fire to keep it away
and my heart in the freezer.
comes to thaw my heart
with its honey-sweet kisses.
I light a fire to keep it away
and my heart in the freezer.
#rejection
#disappointment
#emptiness
#apathy
#bittersweet
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Golden Cloud Boy
my life in bello monte wasn't easy
I was no golden cloud boy
showering confetti on everybody
the streets were old and cracked
cigarette butts and trash everywhere
still we played baseball and soccer
as if our lives depended on it
nintendo afternoons and coca-cola
kicks to the shins and spit on my face
it was a big merry-go-round
of magic and misery
the 90's were a cake
laced with strychnine
still, I miss it all
maybe I was happy
and never knew it
maybe after all
I was a golden...
I was no golden cloud boy
showering confetti on everybody
the streets were old and cracked
cigarette butts and trash everywhere
still we played baseball and soccer
as if our lives depended on it
nintendo afternoons and coca-cola
kicks to the shins and spit on my face
it was a big merry-go-round
of magic and misery
the 90's were a cake
laced with strychnine
still, I miss it all
maybe I was happy
and never knew it
maybe after all
I was a golden...
#sadness
#memories
#TimeHeals #nostalgia
#TimeHeals #nostalgia
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Dreams On The Vine
So many dreams hang
on this weary vine,
so many worlds await
the touch of discovery.
They struggle and shiver through
winter's leaden whispers,
they glow, burnt by
a diamond tip of light
in the summertime.
Tears flow, though,
when these battered hands
can't reach them
as they recede into
an unfeeling sky,
fruits turned into birds.
on this weary vine,
so many worlds await
the touch of discovery.
They struggle and shiver through
winter's leaden whispers,
they glow, burnt by
a diamond tip of light
in the summertime.
Tears flow, though,
when these battered hands
can't reach them
as they recede into
an unfeeling sky,
fruits turned into birds.
#sadness
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#disappointment
#emptiness
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Perception Deception
What flows into my eyes
is but a hypothesis,
an unreliable blueprint.
Truth could be a rabbit,
always urging me to follow it
down a hole of possibilities.
All I have is a rainbow,
seven rays of infinity:
"there could be more",
four words that light
the spark of hunger.
is but a hypothesis,
an unreliable blueprint.
Truth could be a rabbit,
always urging me to follow it
down a hole of possibilities.
All I have is a rainbow,
seven rays of infinity:
"there could be more",
four words that light
the spark of hunger.
#earth
#universe
#philosophical
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Fraying Rope
After all these years,
you're still there,
crawling among memories
of your childhood
in the basement of life.
So much of you is gone,
so much of you is dust,
yet, you still ask
for a blanket, a kiss,
s bedtime story,
so I light another cigarette,
eat another sandwich
but it's never enough:
your tears keep burning me,
your cries keep tearing me apart
to sad little stripes
until gluing myself back together
becomes almost impossible,
yet, I'm still here.
This fraying rope of a man ...
you're still there,
crawling among memories
of your childhood
in the basement of life.
So much of you is gone,
so much of you is dust,
yet, you still ask
for a blanket, a kiss,
s bedtime story,
so I light another cigarette,
eat another sandwich
but it's never enough:
your tears keep burning me,
your cries keep tearing me apart
to sad little stripes
until gluing myself back together
becomes almost impossible,
yet, I'm still here.
This fraying rope of a man ...
#motivational
#TimeHeals
#frustration
#redemption
#bittersweet
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Bukowski And The Rain
Sometimes,
you find some relief
in reading Bukowski
while listening
to the simple music of rain,
how it keeps falling
unmanned, purposeless,
and yes, the years still
stab you in the dark
and no amount of cake
will sweeten the pain
of waking up again
wondering how the hell
are the others able
to stand still while
the world spins
like a mad dervish
but, for now,
the rain will do
and so will Bukowski.
you find some relief
in reading Bukowski
while listening
to the simple music of rain,
how it keeps falling
unmanned, purposeless,
and yes, the years still
stab you in the dark
and no amount of cake
will sweeten the pain
of waking up again
wondering how the hell
are the others able
to stand still while
the world spins
like a mad dervish
but, for now,
the rain will do
and so will Bukowski.
#sadness
#hope
#dark #inspirational
#dark #inspirational
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