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I am a vortex
chaos colored in a void--

I am deconstruction
with each board wrenched enjoyed--


I struggle to explain to you,
I am undefined.

and across my blaze of open view
not one thing is more fearfully divine

than the moment that two beings intertwine


the back-bend soft-scent songs of human skin
to me hold the miracle
of the bloodwine in your chalice,

I say this wide-eyed as a newborn
far too far for judgement, shame
or malice.


and humble as I stand before
the soil I will become,
the earth that gives,

I fingerpaint this floor
with fingers green from loving everything
that lives.
and she said: let there be light and shadow.
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Goodbyes said in too much haste,
with regrets in shades of grey.
Repressed anger and frayed emotion
with promises broken, for reasons only seen
through rose-coloured glasses,
on the faces of nameless people.

Days in monotone,  clouded with desire and
the hope of disquise, given by the marionette
with no strings.
Screaming the answers we need to hear, but
still the lonliness is felt, in a room filled with
bodies with no souls.

The acrid smell of desperation is so potent, as
to take away our breath, and leave us gasping
for the very air we breathe.
Saturated in the belief that torment is all encompassing,
and our free will is locked in a Pandora's box,
struggling with ego and self pity.

Too much to deal with, and set aside in rows
of matchbox cars, and only played with when
allowed.
Life is as sudden as a tempest on the horizon,
or as drawn out as a mindgame of chess, with
too many pieces in all the wrong places.

Suddenly,  is what I feel and suddenly,  is how I
will react when finding where I need to be.
Done so with optimism and the regularity of
a cocks crow in the morning light.
Suddenly as a babies first cry, to the last sigh
we leave this world with,  sugarcoated with
moments forgotten and the surety that
we will live on.
Another unusual piece but one I thoroughly enjoyed writing. I hope you enjoy it too......:iconhrtplz:
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In the orange-cast grey buzz kitchen
your light words clink together like glass beads--

the tension of the night is a taught string
through us from soft soil to the stars.

My throat trembles with the weight
of the words, that finally
spill out from my mouth like drops of rain:

"what",
and the words fall
"is the meaning of it all?
the thing that we're all moving towards?"


silence spins as answers are
measured, formed, examined, weighed--
I hardly dare breathe and break the dance.


Finally I chance a look
and that furtive glance reveals
your face wrapped loose
in sleep.

For that moment you are still
immobile as the kitchen clock--
its black hands are your breath.

Suddenly
you
shudder shake
your eyes shoot open
in a shock
I half expect you'll snap
stock straight and
scream free from a nightmare.

Instead you turn, your eyes scream-blue
the words brush sleepy, urgent past your lips:


"I dreamt that I was dreaming,
I mean I dreamt I was asleep.

I dreamt that I was dreaming
and I had to wake up,
                          wake up!
                                 wake up!

I had to wake up.

and so,

            I did."
.
.
.
and I got my answer.


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@ :iconthewrittenrevolution: what do you come away with as the meaning of this poem?
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i am fighting with dragons
when i try to spit out any
semblance of reason. the
moment i try to start i am
overcome with what i once
thought was a shortcoming
but i know now to be ghosts
of what i used to value (life)

i am a death
hidden in the
leaves of your
favourite novel

i am honestly bad for the health
of any traveling bard or passing
soldier. i am a plague. i am your
sickness.  i am an anaesthetic.

i am a vaccine against
polio/heartbreak/colic
or was is jaundice?
i'm yellow-skinned,
i'm yellow-bellied and
i'm yelling to the sky
like i can't hear the
sirens.

I JUST WANT TO SPEND A DAY
IN YOUR (SOMEBODY'S) ARMS
LIKE I BELONGED, LIKE I WAS
A PART OF THE FAMILY.
APART FROM THE FAMILY.

i can't help SCREAMING because dear
i don't know who "you" are anymore
and nobody is listening to this but
the static is thinning. i'm still the
mountain of broken toys i was
assumed to be so long ago.
i'm pulling my guts out.
i'm pulling my ears.
i'm listening but i
can't hear you.
i'm just head-
banging to
my own
beat.
I WOULD PROBABLY BUY MY WAY OUT OF THIS TOWN
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