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en something better than all that crap earlier idk

what i was thinking

On the other side there’s a dark space where it

Stretches out its arms and legs and sails effortlessly to whichever world it wants to

With colorless shapeless hair, lengthless nails,

Beautiful and horrible, night angel.

Taking to slaughtering flights with her shattered remorse,

Screams in anguish as

Existence, yet again,

Fails to pass her by.

Closes her eyes to cry the hurt from her brain,

A twisted, abuse’d thing,

Only fusing like glass when they open again.

Three ruby crystals bless her face,

Like nervous things in the night, or the eyes of

A killing bird turned sacred,

Yet retaining some natural pattern to their wings,

Life in citation, for

A lack of nature in that sadistic machination,

A briar of curve’d truths and the moons cold light.

like these I dont blame you

Jets passing through an airspace,

Jets passing across an open sky,

I’ve let them grow too long,

White fingernail scratches on an open sky.

Let’s get started,

Smile on my face, cloud sunset horizon,

That sets and rises, disk scratch comprisement

Meant for two eyes so it lies then,

Everyone’s got ten using each one or

Trying, somber card and the air’s thin

Quiet canines kept in their sheathes

Smile wide with a dark grin

Quiet glances in holsters they solely for

Spiders tightroping crystals the

Skin peeling back present wrappers.

You get a smile try and catch it now,

Use both eyes you can catch it now.

Trying to say, today I have no particularly

Strong emotions, thinking I could have

Something left inside those doors

That seem so grand and ornate

Whose opening is as a crack of thunder

Not quick but heart wrenching

To leave cynicism to the wonder of those doors

And find them less than ordinary

That even as the grand hall is empty,

Cold, dark with chiseled sunlight,

Its emptiness could compare, and

With inking love become a spectacle.

Rhythm Rain – 

Rhythm rain, crackle drumming beat,

Coldly feigned, singing solemnly,

Wooden bars, pounding hatching deep,

Metal ringing thoughts and apologies. The first

Step lands firm, second step falls shallow,

Third breath underwater, fourth pain feels hollow,

Thirty raindrops later fifth step slips under

Sixth pain is my head inflicting two blackouts and my

Eyes don’t want to open, kick board breaking thunder,

On the ground amidst sea mist ear buzz

Feedback wind formed flame hiss grief trips

And what does,

Thoughts wrack hate born sore wrist sunder

And I can hear the rhythm rain.

And there’s more coming soon.

Haircut –

Waiting, for the next haircut,

Bothers I don’t remember, as water filled the air

This October, now I’m waiting

For my next impulse, the next

Time I feel a pulse of identity, something

Asks if I’m happy, dark in my ear,

As if I could stop myself, I think,

What’s been right, dulcet sound,

It hasn’t, giving forth,

Shadows say I have no right to know,

No, pause, no right,

And water collects in my hands.

Unrest – 

Unrest for my hands, curves,

stroke the air,

Over and over they fold like waves,

Up to my neck, down to the page,

In pairs they shape the world.

The Knot – 

I’m a knot, pulled, pulled,

Tighter, tighter,

Every day I’m sick,

Am I breathing?

Love Memories – 

Love, I miss love, I miss fingers

I miss folds, and

Laughter is torture,

The shortest, sweetest, fading feeling.

Waste – 

I’m not compelled to my own nature,

Love, martyrs made for saving, mending,

Love, moment’s search for feeling, kissing,

Scars, protect in showing, hiding,

Despair, daily name of memory.

Quiet Letter – 

I want to rip it out of my skin,

Falsehoods, abominations,

Freedom has decided it’s in control and

Have I the strength, pushed to my knees,

Was it that I tried to stand?

Green mountain – 

Green mountain,

Top, knee bent from under sheets almost

But soft from the grey sky,

Bursting pink, burning orange, freezing blue,

Melding, molding their undergrowth

The world, all that rises

Brain grows vines over stone cutting edge

What would it be without you?

Disturbed –

Walking to the car

Brushed, surprise, a thought or

A spiderweb catches, on my leg,

Feels as though it should slip past but

It doesn’t, walking,

Cold droplet strikes my shoulder or

Another moment, no longer watching the path

In front of me, blurred,

A falling leaf at my chest, change’s embrace, or

A dull pain.

Heat of an Incandescent – 

Heated bones flex, live wire veins,

Blue light, black heat,

Slow completing painting of

A dark room, and two humans.

On the wall twenty colours,

On the heart, uptime,

Fingers plug circuit breakers,

Pain is a flash, iris depth, then

The venom withdraws, pressed to night comfort form that

Searches each tear in lamp-light.

Guarding, quiet hands,

Arrest my sight, loving touch,

Cold and homely black.

Lacquer on my hands,

Smells of love and death, or else,

It has no likeness.

The pen twirls in dance,

Fumbling in wait, mine are

Novice fingers, -crash!