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Connection (the people we choose to call friends)

it's a simple kind of miseryonly a slow, dull achelike watching your loverconverse with a beautiful strangereyes lockwords are exchangedand you know in that moment they've crossed the thresholdof someone elses heartand you're just standing theremotionless likewaiting for a..

Death Breath.

if you’d like to see the breath of deathturn your eyes to the city streets out(in)sidebleak and dreary, likewinter snow the fire of ice cold precision, raptured and paleIt render’s me weak in hours of solitude flesh and boneStrewn across the seas lingering taste o..

Eros.

if i let my wings calmand take in the shape of the nighti would soar brilliantly through darknesssound and fury in my ears,wind welling up in my eyesi’ve grown too quickly my shoulder blades ache with a dull painconstantly pinning them to my sideswhen i should let them fre..

Creature of the Night.

I’ve got a piece of the galaxy looking me dead center in the eye. Removed from cloud nothings, instead replaced by the branches of some old tree. It is dark but the moon is enough to illuminate time; the depth of descended day.I literally have become a creature of the night. Only showing my tr..

Germany.

Remember what it was like to write poetry,You, my muse, over that city gloom.All I dream about now is Germany’s redemption;and how I’m thinking I’ll take you there some day.When I’m an officer in the US Navy, I’ll be stationed just outside of Munich,sending postcards at..

Gray Jersey Sheets.

I’ve got youskin to skin with ethereal connection of senses.Its been yearssince I’ve touched you like this.Hands no longer clasped around January’s dark nights,but drenched palms in decadent passion for brighter fires.Your tonguein my mouth tastes of sweet new worlds.I’ve got..

Crosses.

Upon nightscapes Your body is dressed in moonlightI place my hands on your hipsAnd curl my fingers around the boneI drink you in like black coffee;Slow and strongMy humanity revels in yours for momentsI bare my teeth While you bare your soul.We remain in shadows of cemetery gravestonesfore..

Loss.

april is lossapril is the last time i saw youin an eerily empty airport,or maybe i just don’t recall any one elsebut you and mekissing you,for the goodbye bluesi ran straight to the restroom after checking intexted you telling you how i felt pathetic for being such a clicheand you said the not..

Warmth.

We’d beg to differOn innocence and evilA common thread laced between corseted soulsWe areOneIn that Way Between lightness and darkI have faith in you, inYour warmth.Summer air tastes different with you around.

writers discontent

write like firecourse blue flame nightim too tired to restmy head upon the skieswhere words are starsthe moon; my visioni see through the midnight hourclutch the painhold it tightlyi dont know who i am tonightso i write to figure it all outburn, burn, burn

My love, the gallows.

To the gallows my heart my will go;Taking my love to the graveIt belongs in the sunken flesh of the earthStrewn out across the infinite abyss of skeleton soilMy sword weeps behind it’s shieldwith sadness stained steelYou poke and prodBut you are flimsy and frailThe shield is a call to arms for..

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For every scarProves a battle foughtEvery drop of rainMelts the airdarkness; spoken like pure silk breathEmbrace the way your feet walk this earthIt’s a true blue movement.

the tide.

If I could,I would bottle your words,in the salt of the ocean's blues.Delicately pressing,the tide, over your body.In liquid sequence; we dance upon the moon.

March Madness.

death is in the airrain drenched with hurti see my hands and they look differentused, worthless in a waygrace resides on the outskirtssmoke filled heart sunk beneath the dirt of existingapril seems too far awaydisaster looming, love is my impending doomalwaysI never c..

Chicago's grace.

well... it's simple.

idk?

The Time Machine.

It's not done yet! Just what I have so far. haha

no.11

Me and my music references, haha. Kind of a play on words, if you will.

A Scene inspired by Robert Bloomfield. :)

Think of this as "Bed" version 2.

thoughts at 3:41 am.

i would blog this but due to privacy issues, I'd rather not.

Harvard.

Something new, and something special. A moment that you can rightfully call yours. :)

Your Demise.

.....I was obviously very angry, and listening to a loooooot of hardcore. Nonetheless, another "eff you" piece. :P

Indie Rokkerr.

eff you piece. :)

A thought process.

yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh

I'm a Pillow. :)

Inanimate object writing. I don't know why I'm posting this, ha. :D

Giving it up.

I'm giving it up to lead a mundane existence.My words cannot surpass my desires.They cannot outrun miles.Too much time has gone by, I will never know you again.In all my foolishness, I honestly believed that getting you back was a part of my life's plan.How silly of me to believe such a th..

no.9

October, 09

For the Record.

It's pretty direct and to the point.

Art; your body, your heart.

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The Movement Perfects the Motion.

It's another abstract, but give it a try. It's one of my favs. :)

The White Revolution.

Uhh, it's pretty abstract. Kinda weird. It's about an illegal substance and a boy ...hmm.

Run.

I seriously thought my life was ending at that exact moment. As we drove out into the desolate country side, i couldn't help but expect the worst. My mind was unraveling, and the tears were welling up. I was seeing scenes of him leaning over me, towering me like Everest. The unimaginable sense of ..

Welcome to Oblivion, Icarus.

Bad beak ups will do this to you.

My Wanderlust.

It's times like this that slowly puts things in perspective for me. I'm washing thoughts and emotions away with a painful dose of heartless reality. I could write you pages, upon pages, and the fact that it would never get to you makes it incredibly not worthwhile. It makes it utterly pointless. Th..

Bed.

It really doesn't have a place anywhere, just something inspired me to write; so i did. Hopefully I'll be able to find a place for it. :)

You, Me, and the Wolves.

I wrote your body down like it was my favorite song. My dress beckoned to your hands, as your shirt fell to the floor. Curious minds do not rest in places like this. Times when darkness seeps through your pores, I knew what I was getting in to; the bed, to the floorboards we go. Delve deep inside th..

Up in the Woods.

If it were up to me, I would like to spend the majority of my days out in the wilderness; completely secluded from civilization. I wish i could be one with nature, to feel the rain wash through my veins. There's nothing more natural than to be in the elements. To smell, to see, to touch, to taste, t..