| ..and then I hear myself speak
in a language I do not understand
Am I a woman possessed? |
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| Why do I let the world feed me with their vomit? |
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I will watch you seek for refuge in your quest for pain until you fall into the depth of a blank and your perfume poisons the drunk who are in fact sober y e s, the best of life is but intoxication because long ago I have sliced your ego and turned myself into a philanthropic monster You are a pest content living in the rifts of yearns dancing in a spinning orbit spinning in a dancing orbit wild and perplexed wild and perplexed Are you in love yet? hush. I know many of the faults I see in you
are reflections of my own nature so when I am tired of watching you drown I will look up looking up gives me light although at first it makes me dizzy oh feel me... our death our death shall be the wedding with eternity |
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| When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters, a table leg breaks, or when a picture falls off the wall it makes a noise. But as for your heart, when that breaks, it’s completely silent. You would think as it’s so important it would make the loudest noise in the whole world, or even have some sort of ceremonious sound like the gong of a cymbal or the ringing of a bell. But it’s silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain.
If there is a noise, it’s internal. It screams and no one can hear you but you. It screams so loud your ears ring and your head aches. It thrashes around in your chest like a great white shark caught in the sea; it roars like a mother bear whose cub has been taken. That’s what it looks like and that’s what it sounds like, a thrashing, panicking, trapped great big beast, roaring like a prisoner to its own emotions. But that’s the thing about love- no one is untouchable. It’s as wild as that, as raw as an open flesh wound exposed to salty sea water, but when it actually breaks, it’s silent. You’re just screaming on the inside and no one can hear it. If You Could See Me Now {Ahern, C.}
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| I find your might like how I find the sunlight
there is much light
thus my shadow is deep.
As this jagged blaze
beams across a dead ocean
where its sands are depressed azure
and the water is pale white,
you force colours out of fragrant corpses
like how life forces us to blend tears
and joy.
This disorder.
Do not talk to me about zeal
as my window yawns each night...
but the wind is frail
and my writings are too heavy
alas no birds wings
are able to carry them for me.
When I sprinkle water into this well
ten drops of our emotions drip
from my finger
like how the melting snow
d r i p
from my tongue
I know nothing
shall be as cold as my hands
therefore I surrender and die to the heat of my heart. I find your might like how I find the sunlight
there is much light thus my shadow is deep
like the now tinted ocean
the subterranean,
the one you strained it’s colours out,
in my sleep. WHERE HAVE YOU GONE? |
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