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One.
Maw is sewn shut, eyes pulled wide
blood drains from my thoughts
I confess;
Only smiling to stay upright, to confide
is to break
shatter
until you are looking down on the ashes
of a once solid silhouette.
Two.
Dying for the touch of a hand
the confort of a breath, I concede (pride breaks down with a scream)
I want to
give
you
something to help me, to give an inch
or a mile
a sight of the darkness without the light
or maybe I'm wrong
is it light without darkness?
Three.
Strikes, they call them, chances;
Am I really losing myself to the whims of a greater death?
Without life there is no death
so I am trying
to prove
to prove
to
Maw is sewn shut, eyes pulled wide
blood drains from my thoughts
I confess;
Only smiling to stay upright, to confide
is to break
shatter
until you are looking down on the ashes
of a once solid silhouette.
Two.
Dying for the touch of a hand
the confort of a breath, I concede (pride breaks down with a scream)
I want to
give
you
something to help me, to give an inch
or a mile
a sight of the darkness without the light
or maybe I'm wrong
is it light without darkness?
Three.
Strikes, they call them, chances;
Am I really losing myself to the whims of a greater death?
Without life there is no death
so I am trying
to prove
to prove
to
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mausoleum
my dad's name spelled backwards
is dermatillomania.
i am scared tonight; the light is leaking out of
your nose like a galaxy tipped on its side.
you are melting into an abysmal bliss that
resembles the white-hot noise you taste
when the god you don't believe in dissolves
the rags on which you wrote your life in braille.
for god's sake, old man, listen when i tell you
that staring fear in the face with closed eyes is
faith, not the way the black-hole emptiness
in your life perpetuates itself in the holes
in your cheeks and the rain-ridden sinkholes
in the avenues from your mouth to your eyes.
the solid ground you're praying on
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in your mind
in your mind
I have written no poems
since I left you,
met no one else
who could spin my heart
into twine
with the merest turn
of her voice.
in your mind
I have no soul left to conquer;
I have taken no liberties with
the body you kept
waiting pale and virginal
on your mantel.
in your mind
I am not a person
but a photograph,
grainy and irresolute
a daguerreotype capture
of who I was the last time I was yours.
and don't you understand that
this is why I cannot love you?
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Hidden
I can't accept it
I don't want to fall
But i can't change it
Because it's me.
I keep it hidden
I keep it locked
Inside a safe
A deep, dark vault
In the farthest depths
of my mind.
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Straight from the delusions of a madman. Or something like that.
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The imagery in this poem is wonderful. It is amazing!!!! It has so much power to it. I love the somber tone.