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part 2

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pain runs throughout,
each nerve punished.
the knife sits,
smoking a cigarette
and sipping bourbon
like a hallucination,
wild fever dream.
blood-coated shoes
track the carpet,
leading the way
for all followers.

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April 29, 2011 at 12:06 pm

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meaningless words (57)

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those sleepy eyes
and tired smile
continue to march,
fighting on through
the uncertain present
to further uncertainty.
at the end,
wherever and whenever
that may be,
lies a harp
of golden hue,
playing notes beautiful,
leading you on.

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April 27, 2011 at 6:45 pm

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part 1

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light peeked through
hitting my eyes,
waking my soul.
“it’s been dark
for too long,”
my mind lamented.
this new light
was a beginning,
a new tomorrow
of indeterminable length
which would see
every possible world.

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April 26, 2011 at 1:36 am

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ghosts (4)

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they use
my tiredness
against me,
catch me
when lulling
to dreams.
they sneak
in hallways,
dimly lit
isolated loneliness.
these ghosts
can listen
to secrets
never spoken,
only guarded.

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April 21, 2011 at 7:45 pm

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fragment

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I close my eyes
and see the world,
the world of time.
all my souls are there,
dressed in white or black
or some in between.
each lover, every one
dressed with highest regards.
mounds of regret and embarrassment
create an apocalyptic skyline

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April 21, 2011 at 1:36 pm

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heartbreak (21)

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I can’t find
the words
to describe
how I feel.
my head
is beating a
numbing loudness,
my heart
is sliding
into the stomach
which rages,
nervous crashing.
there’s, there’s
nothing reasonable
about loneliness.

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April 20, 2011 at 7:05 pm

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dancing (4)

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these blue-jeaned hips,
gliding east and west,
taking you everywhere,
leading you astray.
that loose flannel shirt,
swirling with silent grace,
lifting to expose
a smooth, pale hue.
this long, red hair
simmering in twilight
as crimson lips curl
in lovable ecstasy.

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April 20, 2011 at 12:34 pm

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