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SilenceI met her in a dim-lit room. Beside myself,
I was enraptured by her simplicity, and
conquered thoughts left astray long ago by
her grace. She was lovely, draped in a ricochet
of blood pounding through my veins. She held an
eerie familiarity in her thin, bony arms and
grinned a night sky of stars. I watched with awe as
she sat close beside me, so our knees just barely kissed.
Yet we were distant. Both of us: lost, in longing to be
found and worshiped like the gods that molded us in spite.
She held modesty between two elegant fingers
that dusted the surface of my very being. It was, at long
last, kind. I listened eagerly to the melody laced in her
voice, and swayed to the beat. So soft, so merciful.
Yet she fumbled a B flat. Bustling cities and harsh cries
stirred like parasites in the pit of her belly, leaving
gratitude beneath vice. Yet my lady held that night sky
between two pale, white lips. She curved them, humbly, returning
to a forgotten melody. And I, unbeknownst to myself, struc
GratitudeYou asked me how I was today, so I
looked up at the bright blue bars above
me, where the departed - oceans away -
took refuge in frozen time. I answered,
You asked me about the weather as
the clouds wept liquid bullets, who
familiarized themselves with marching soldiers,
and crashed to Earth, forgotten. I answered,
You asked me what was new as lives began and flew
from wombs; as cities burned and good men died;
as rebels saved and saviors lied;
as mothers wept upon the end; as bullets soared
through the sky. I answered,
CircumstanceHe was, through circumstance, a hero.
He knew the corpses of a thousand men,
some as brothers, some as strangers. Each
a new name he bothered not to familiarize himself
with, or a family he dared not meet. He conquered
the unknown, and the unwanted with a modest
handful of bullets; he ranked himself among gods
by his superior's orders, and a loaded AK-47
he received the day he enlisted. I learned
to hail him as a hero through circumstance.
She was, through circumstance, a murderer.
She never knew his corpse,
only the memory of a New York night and
cold, cruel brick walls. She knew a voice
that demanded, hands that took, and a pain
that tore through her in ways she could hardly
fathom. She never knew a name. Only a stranger
who bothered not familiarize himself with her,
and a corpse she dared not think of. She was
conquered by the unknown by a modest threat to
her life; she ranked herself among the damned
by her incapability to prevent it, and the empty
apartment that echoed the pitter-
The Fifth ElementSeek out the sea
Sight beyond the shore
One element and another three
Within to look you'll find one more
Never The Same AgainShattered tears,
And bloodshot eyes;
And a broken mind.
All because he
He caused this pain;
But he can hurt me no more
Washed away like rain.
Then why do I feel like,
Like nothing has changed.
He'll never go away
I'm haunted all the same.
And blood soaked sheets;
No more fears,
Only broken dreams.
Schrodinger's Pet Schrödinger's Pet
The only way to have both cats
Is to not open the box.
But, then again, the the content
Will be naught but a dormant world.
Imagination can't replace experience
You will feel different when you touch the fur.
Change is the way of the universe
So you must lift the lid,
Live the change,
Or melt in limbo
as empty page
Until you die for sure.
Thoughts and ShadowsConquering thoughts and shadows
The pitcher of my life
Things that once did matter
Now take on a new light
In the corner of my mind
I sense a shallow feeling
That when my life has passed me by
All that's left is dreaming
Slowly I start to wonder why
This world is always bleeding
Release me in my darkest night
A restless heart that's beating
Come save me from a new dawning
Of certain destruction
The world is so mixed up and torn
And life is one production
Carry me to safe shores
Carry me through the night
So I won't see the sun dawning
The destruction of the light
Blind my eyes
My thoughts, my fears
Hear my cries
And catch my tears
Bottle them for memories sake
And start a new beginning
Where peace and love is there to take
And there's no threat in living
Walk In My ShoesThat crazy girl
What’s with her head?
She’s shining one moment
Then clams up as dead
She’s talking to someone
A ghost we can’t see
He mustn’t be real
Just a sad fantasy
Her lover has left
Now she cannot move on
Her mind has built fears
Where they do not belong!
But he’s there and he’s real
And he won’t go away
Though mostly, these days
In the shadow he stays
But this week he revealed
He came out of the thick
Someone was getting
Too close to his chick
Old friends, they know
They’ve seen the games
This pattern has played out
Time and again
She thought it was over
She thought she was free
But that sweet delusion
Is the real fantasy
He leaves her sweet songs
Would you like to hear?
Then tell her that she has
No reason to fear
Some moods are natural
Some are induced
There is nothing but sorrow
When love turns to abuse
A Daily GrindSlackened views
In dusty shoes
A trample to the sound
On gavel, just a civil judge
A hammer slamming down
Of penitence, atoning time
And probing of your worth
A muddy haze through lazy days
As water is to earth
A number issued
Stole a name
As in these days it must
In population's upward climb
Of bearing dawn till dusk
A rebel in a wayward soul
Meanders down the road
A pressing search for pots of gold
A shoulder's heavy load
Domesticated pots and pans
Hung gleaming in their rows
Tired feet and dishwash hands
As children age and grow
Work through the rain
Past soiled weary sights
Production carries through the day
Till five o'clock at night
Pens are pushed
Down many page
And clocks are watched most oft
Calculations buzz in air
But every soul
To what they do
Must spend a time in sleep
And travel through a land of dreams
Subconsciously to keep
Unspoken words"I love you".
That's not what I want to say.
Words that burn my mind and tounge.
Phrases like poison.
Escaping my lips.
"You are my dearest one".
No you're not, not anymore.
My heart is aching.
Burning me alive.
I disgust myself each day.
Calling you sweet names.
Making me want to barf.
"You're so funny!"
No, you are not funny!
Quit that attitude!
Would you please grow up?
Some anniversary, huh?
Hanging on your arm.
Like some little doll.
"Whatever you want, dearest".
I do not care about them.
Thought up when you're drunk.
"I... don't want to".
I said "no", you big moron.
And this is no joke.
You don't believe me?
Have a good life, bye-bye boy!
Because you changed.
And you know what, dear?
"I'm not interested in you anymore".
ConflictIn this grey world,
Conflict seems the norm,
From man to nature,
To the bird and the worm.
It doesn't matter
If it is physically waged.
It comes from within and without,
From short to long ranged.
Be they matters of the heart,
Or matters of money and gold.
There is nothing one cannot fight,
To get a close hold.
Not to say that it isn't necessary,
I believe it just should be moderated,
With kindness and compassion,
To not seem like such a mad craven.
Sure the violence and discord,
Is to be somewhat frowned upon,
But without it we couldn't have revolutions,
Or learn to let go and move on.
So I ask you people,
To carefully reflect,
On the most natural of concepts,
That one cannot simply reject.
Though it is a cruel truth,
It can lead to happiness,
Trust me for a bit,
It's worth all the sadness.
Cry Hope In HollowsCry hope in hollows
Feel truth and subtle wonder
And beauty in the warmth of spring
Should fears be torn asunder
Give love to those
The world forgot
Embrace them in your heart
And tear the terror from their soul
And rip it wide apart
Oh yes, we know
Drink of the earth
Much glory there to find
To give and take
Should we forsake
In passages of time
In daylight dreams
The search is on
The power's in our hands
And all our fears will slip away
Like pebbles turned to sand
Feel strength and love
And glory still
And beauty in your call
And fight the fight
In endless nights
That saves you from a fall
HonestyShe walks beside a reaper late at night,
Her pleas hung as a noose around his bones:
They paced the willow seemingly alone
But the moon grew brighter in her spite.
The reaper breathes a sooner, heavy sigh
And listened, hallowed, by the woman's shriek
That ricocheted like bullets; their mystique
Dependent on a pleading mother's cry.
Beneath the willow, now, lay two departed
Beside a reaper who'd just barely started
To tear the world from its triumphant lie:
The lie of living honest in the womb
Of gods they knew in faith, but shunned in doom;
And men they killed but never questioned why.
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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