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Poetry

And The Wind Throughout The House

Shut shutters
Shutting up
Flapping in the wind
Windows boarded up
Bored mind frozen
Sipping warm brew
Watching cold worlds go by
Watching cold winds blow by
The taste makes it hard to tell
Is the wind is blowing into me
Or is it coming from within
Closing my eyes
Doesn’t seem to stop it
Either way

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Poetry

A Superglued Screenshot of Perforated Tears

The sunlight cannot poke through the clouds sometimes
They make their case when lightning strikes
A superglued screenshot of perforated tears
Soulmates? Soulmates. One word. No spaces between.
Dream big, my friends and lovers, for tomorrow we die
Whether little deaths or the final deaths? Unknown
There is no turning on red here, but nothing changes
so I’m just going to go through
The lights flash, lightning flashing again in my rear view
In my hindsight, my side mirrors aren’t intended
to show the sides of the car, dear lady
I’m not following or filling your orders
I don’t do business that way
I hope this wine makes all the difference
Sitting across from emptiness, I call for the check
The sanity check
And the servers arrives with mints
Disappointments

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Poetry

Fulfilled And Let Go

The feel of someone
In my arms
When I’m sleeping
I don’t shy away
From feeling cozy
And warm
And fulfilled

And I, I have forgotten
Forgotten what it means to
Be fulfilled
For I lay alone,
Next to one warm body
One who doesn’t see me
Cold and wet

Your shadows fall on my heart
Cooling its constant burning
Your kisses speak into my veins
Willing them to carry life
Throughout my body and soul

As if it were a plant that was over watered
All these shapes and images in my head
I can’t forget
I can’t hope

Your touch
Nourishes my spirit
I feel it long after
You’re gone

Your silent nods
As I hit breakdown
I cannot ignore the feeling of wrong
Your hands are not my own
Even mine are still a stranger

That feeling
Of searching for my glasses
When they’re on my head?
That’s what it felt like
To long for you
When you were in my heart
The whole time

Only to be misplaced,
Only to be let go
Only to be…

Written with the lovely and talented Joelly from Alphabet Soup Minuscule

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Poetry

My Tongue Touches The Ink On Her Page

In the dark and strange
I felt my heart change
Made electric spark
Dangerous art broken in parts
As the surreal vision starts
She sits in a dark cape
On a pale horse
Blood courses, she captivates
I must decide, heart bestirred
Whether I need to escape
Or ride with her
Using gentle force
Don’t want to miss
Never feel the kiss
Or the bliss of anticipation
Elan, elegance of creation
Birth of beauty
Juicy libations
Upon lips full of fire
Hair cascades, she sings
Does the horse have one horn
Or wings?
Or is it skeletal
Or ghostly?
I can’t trust my eyes
They play tricks on me
My tongue touches
The ink on her page
On her skin
My mouth salivates
The enticing taste
Replaces her resplendent lace
Lips captivate the moment
The dark mount canters
Will I keep the pace?
The subtle movement
Can I have her?
What is the answer?

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Poetry

Daydream From The Back Of A Unicorn

I want to get lost in a pair of eyes
On a perfect night, the stars aligned
The moon as full as those lips of fire
Fireflies spelling love letters in the night sky

I blink and it disappears

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Poetry

A Very Good Post. I Enjoyed Reading It. Thanks For Sharing!

Alpha enigma omega mcguffin
Sensate ornate piledriver jackhammer
Chim-chiminey gimme gimme
Shiv shiv in the back
An irresistible fascination with black clouds
An irascible laceration spilling facts out
An irrational abjuration kills then backs out
An irredeemable condemnation fills with max doubt
Coughing choking noxious vapors
Offing joking toxic capers
Doffing smoking walking papers
Scoffing movers, boxing shakers
Difficult not to feel this
Grab a corner and peel this
Take the wrong deck and deal this
No one’s looking so steal this
No one sees you conceal this
Someone throws a surreal disc
Someone flows through the real this
Someone knows to reveal this
Dust devils under crushed metal
The kettle whistles, the dust settles
Malicious vicious dishes taste delicious
A thousand wishes ambitious auspicious
Reflex reflects rejected respect
Inspect neglected wrecked object
This part is not like the rest
It’s meter and pattern are broken
Obfuscating any sequence discernment
Succeeding in becoming unpredictable
What’s coming next? Another rhyme?
We haven’t got the patience or hours for that
Hours and hours pass while we’re pretending to sleep
Or actually sleeping
Or keeping our minds busy while we try to sleep
Or attempting to astrally project into another locality
Does anyone know what really happens all the time?
Or is it all just an educated guess
Happenstance circumstance instance
The dance we all imagine we’re performing
I don’t see myself how you see me
I see myself how I think you see me
Three things mean the same in any language
Hello
Fuck you
*smile*  

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Story

Shadows And What’s Behind Them

Black ice flowed across his heart in that slow glacial way. He saw her emerge from the cocoon of automotive joy she had arrived in. Holding one hand out, he offered his assistance. She graciously accepted. She was wearing gloves, a 1950s affectation that had suited her well ever since her grandmother the movie star had advised her to take it up when she was a girl.

She was still a girl, but one with wisdom and talent behind her. All eyes upon her, she proceeded into the restaurant, followed by paparazzi and goons to bash them senseless. He eyed her hungrily, though the menu lay open before him. His eyes were oblivion, but her eyes were oblivious as she stared him into a hazel resolve.

He actually blinked. Just once.

She boldly ordered the eight hundred dollar scotch. It was brought to her by two impeccably dressed servers, trained in decorum and presentation. Which was utterly ruined by her telling them to get on with it. No savoring, no sniffing, no checking, just open it and pour over ice. Two glasses. He could choose which. The. End.

Three shots later, and she was ready to speak.

“I get the vial. You can have anything else you like.”

He looked at her from across the table, and it may have been across the room for all the attention she paid him. She had a way of making him feel human again. How did she do that?

“What if I want you?”

She looked at him, one eyebrow raised, and smirked. “I’m autopossessed, and desecrated. So sure. Why not?”

He pulled out a Damnation and lit it up. A solid glass of water to the face took care of that bad habit. He prepared for the burn, but it was regular water.

“Bitch! How dare you!”

She grinned. “Shut up and have a drink! I’m way ahead of you.”

He paused mid-rant, and grabbed his scotch on the rocks. He drank it slowly, looking at her lustfully. She flashed him one of her breasts, and showed him one of her fingers.

“The vial.” It was a statement.

He fished the vial out of his jacket pocket and gave it to her. The room got very quiet, and very dark, and a wall appeared, securing their privacy for what was to come. He leaned in, grabbed her hair and kissed her, then motioned to his pants. She just looked up at him, batted her eyelashes and started undoing his trousers, removing the belt slowly.

Suddenly, foam and vomit started spewing from his mouth. He shook violently, and quivered erratically until he finally collapsed, partially dissolved.

She removed her gloves carefully, tossing them into the scotch glass where they burst into flame. She opened the vial, whispered a chant and slogged it down.

It was the belt she wanted. Made from the skin of Azrael. Granted strength and speed, but only if one knew how to work it. He hadn’t.

He also should have learned how to drink his liquor, she thought. No nursing. He just found out the hard way that holy water makes some hellacious ice cubes.

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Poetry

In Case You Feel Like Being Melancholy

You meet, you love, you laugh
You fall out, you break up, you grieve
Time passes…

You meet someone from that time
You see something on the web
Time backs up…

Is it reminiscing
If you think of times you hate?
When the only good memory you have
Is when it ends?

You meet someone else, you love, you laugh
You vow not to repeat your mistakes
Time loops…

You lose friends because you grow
To prefer quality to quantity
You vow not to vow
But to live well
Time heals…
Wounds heal…
There is love…

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Poetry

Pensive Skyfire Missing Her Waves

Aching skies, crying out for ocean’s warmth
Incendiary air, steam rising up
The motion of your waves excites me
Dearly, I need your mist
Saturated with your love, captivated
I surround you
Somehow, I cannot see within
To what is stirring
I caress you
Somehow, I cannot fathom
Your depths
I ache for you, longing wistfully
I feel trapped, this sky
Over mountains
Over the golden plains
Above grand cities and quaint villages
Lights dazzle and sparkle
Majestic spires reach for my hands
But they are not my beloved ocean
They are not you
Whom I cry for
Longing for my sea
For the horizon when we can touch
At last, inseparable
Finally, one love

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Prose

You Call This A Lullaby?

What the hell am I still doing up, when I’m so tired? This year is like a silver-lined version of the last one. Like I used eye drops and everything is so much clearer and brighter. Even when I look within.

So how can I sleep when I have so much energy and drive?

And yet, what the hell am I still doing up, when I’m so tired?

Second verse, same as the first…
Remember that expanded view thing that went from the universe all the way down to the atomic level? That’s how my introspection works right now. I learn all sorts of things about myself.

For example, I found a conscience in there somewhere, and shame was my ambition. I’m an empath, and guilt was my engine. I’m very responsible, and fear was my drive. Not that I don’t still have all of these things.

But hey, some people have to learn things the hard way, and it’s a hard knock life, baby. We all have the same teacher, same resources, same questions. Stop copying off me.

Because how do you know I’m not feeding you the wrong answers?