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the scars on your shouldersthe scars on your shoulders
are braille to me, so that i
can read your skin, so that i
can know you better.

i like to listen to your heartbeat
and how it resounds differently
from mine, just so beautifully
like two songs played in tandem
to harmonise in rounds;

i like to hold your hands
and rub your back
so that maybe my love
can find its way through your pores
and seep into your blood
(never can i find the right words
to tell you just the way you feel to me)

and to think that and how i nearly missed you
makes me miss you more
every minute and mile we spend
elsewhere.
i can't sleep with another body
in my bed,
but sleeping without you
leav
He doesn't write poetry anymore.He doesn’t write poetry anymore,
even if he still collects it, reads it, saves it, treasures
faded verses from his wife the way connoisseurs
savor vinyl over metallic rainbows on disc.
I don’t mind not knowing, but I can’t stand not asking.

The record needle hits the groove wrong;
he stumbles over words that aren’t there,
rummaging for an answer he doesn’t really have.
He doesn’t write poetry anymore
and his confusion is strangely endearing.

But there’s a lyricism to his words that I love,
poetic lines inserted between the daily grind
of character names and who said what;
voiceless boys in white a
PocketLeftover religion in the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
A key that unlocks nothing
A penny, a scrap of paper
With half of your name
Written in black ink

A song that is usually in my head
In the shriveled carcass
Of a long-dead dream
In the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
With the lint
SurelyIt was raining
when we kissed for the first time,
for the last time.

Thin rivulets
sunk into the shrunken space
between our bodies
and divided us
like nothing could before,
like everything will
from now
until that never again
when we will
see each other once more,
no more.

Your eyes were
that bewitching shade
of dull brown blue
with all of the light darkness
whirling
in a placid pond
around a pupil
overflowing with vacancy,
and me
and my frowning smile.

The winter heat
fell like a rising tide
and,
for our every breath
was another death
so black and full of life --
embracing our boiled ice skin
as we drew apart,
came together and broke free
Condemnedbeneath the beaten earth they lay,
their dreams condemned to ashes,
and our restless bodies stretch,
for forgiveness, for direction –

survivors of the abyss,
amidst wide-eye, silent soldiers –
so many dead, so many maimed,

how many graves are we standing on, today?
Life, Death And A Pork Chop SandwichAll tangled up, hard to breathe
This steel cloud day that swirls
With heat and pounding hammers
I shake in my boots and cough up
Blood, rust and damaged flesh
Waiting for the second coming
Maybe next time around there'll be
Some chance for more than this

A twisted barbed wire halo
Wrapped tight around my skull
Blinding white light aura
Swarming with flies I'm flying
To pieces, thousands of shards
Cannot be brought back together
But I will remember the summer
Of my first Chevrolet in each bit

Gleaming bits of glass in the desert
Each reflecting a different moment
Still, now, enduring until the waves
Of a new ocean sweep them away
No pain
SisterSister

A sister is like a soul mate;
Someone who is always there
to guide me through fate.

A sister is,
a part of childhood that I cannot erase;
A sister like you,
is one that I would never replace
because you always know how to
put a smile on my face.

I know I can depend on you
to always be there for me;
This is one hundred percent guaranteed!

I've had great memories with you
in the past;
and I hope there are many more
to come,
in the future.
Onceyour beauty lies restless behind those
hills, where you fought valiantly. and
the man you once were was brave and kind,
but now you are possessed by a passenger
of darkness, whispering words of your
loneliness.

the man you once were is forgotten, and
the man you are today, is only a ghost, a
shadow, of what you were before.
we are not a fairytalewe are not a fairytale.

I am not the strong lead with a heart of fire,
bones of steel, and eyes of vapid curiosity;
motivation seeping through
my every last intended action because
I was written this way

(the heroine falls only to rise again:
proverbial phoenix, burning out
because it is the cycle of my
life) and you, you are not

the beautiful travesty, perfectly composed
to strike me where I’m weak and
[almost]human, delicately woven
like the tapestry of my dismantling—
a subtle irony where somewhere, a writer
chuckles softly, understanding

we are blinder than church mice, born
in a makeshift world of darkness where
I&rsquo
Puppet  My tears fall,

      like invisible

               diamonds.

 My heart beats,

      like soundless

               drums.

 Unwanted,

       because of the

             strings attached.
Pretty little things called words and dustif you weren't a hypocrite,
you'd be wrapped in the sweetest
perfumes
(learning
how to engulf the ocean
with your lungs
and think of how to cup it
in your hands
despite
your broken prayers and
still be beautiful)

dance with the gypsies
'till noon
(a quake in
your hips like the thrust
of continents
and the faultlines
emanating from
your spine,
but still
so, so graceful)

sing with the nymphs
in tune
(your voice,
it's growing old,
raspy even.
your throat's burning dry
like a monsoon
faltering in a desert,

and tones
still octaves
powerful)

be nestled in a king's arms
soon  
(oh, you precious
little thing.
how
HorsepowerHorsepower

There’s a knife turnin in my soft parts
And heat burnin my mind on hard starts
The motors runnin but I lost the wheel
Just want it to be numb don’t wanna feel
Take two steps back and put it in park
Before I leave scarred up black marks
I need a u-turn on this highway
But can’t go back on the by-way
So look ahead, the pavement goes on
Break the rear-view mirror it’s gone
Contemplate
Reiterate
Put it in drive
And say goodbye
Let’s see how fast this bitch can fly

-Cygam7
nightmarethe foxes are at your bedside and singing--
feversongs,
songs of boiling thoughts
and broken muscles.
their lullabyes.
they sneak so quiet, and
somehow,
you can't quite
dream
anymore.
Lost In ConfusionMy mind is spinning without a rest
emotions whirl and twirl around
A merry-go-round gaining speed
Until the world blurrs before my eyes
What's happening? What's going on?

The simplest thought slips away
Right from my mind, fading so fast
Trying to focus, I stare and stare
Until my eyes are heavy and unclear.  
I don't understand, what is going on...

Emotions rise and fall again
Within the blink of an eye
I'm crying, laughing, and depressed
A rollercoaster ride that never ends
Am I losing my mind in this ?

I try to close my eyes and rest
But the world spins me around
I feel like I am failing this test
Voices and noisies echo in my min
Why meI wanted sleep very badly
I tried my hardest to rest
I closed my eyes and laid there
But sleep didn’t come easy
I would doze off
And wake back up
Again
Why me? When I know I have to be up at 3 AM.
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Get It YetDo you get it yet? My lips quiver and my hands shake. Put them through this wall or all over you, always under you. Do you get it yet? Have you had enough yet? Forget my touch and feel my heart, all that wine and sugar, where's all the pleasantries? Attached at the hip, oh God, we can't be separated. I never want to be separated. Take me, with force or consent, do you get it yet? Oh God my lungs ache, filled with smoke and asphyxia, take another toke and drown. My eyes can't take it, I think I've had enough, double vision and intoxication, well I think I've had enough. Slow guitar riffs or steady double bass 808's, let the sound penetrate my
YesIf only for a second, I just want you to know
if the lowest of lows can be measured in tokes
I've smoked out the bowl and I'm ready for resin.
My eyes are hazy and my
vision is blurred, a little red tint and honey we're taking off. But this is not about that and it's not about this,
forget what you know and practice what you preach,
you assume the worst and lord it turns me on.
Tell me I'm the devil and I'll show you my horns, or pretend that they're there to make it all better,
And you feel foolish,
well honey you're a fool.
When common sense tells you something
you ought to listen. Well I never told you nothin.
Make believe the stars are
Boneworkstrust me in
    knowing that things will get better
    feeling the warmth of the sun
    touching the stars in the sky
will always bring you
closer to reality

even when reality
seems unreal
or the surreal
inhibitions we so
longingly and
achingly absorb
and hold onto
seem to drain
every ounce

life is abundant
if only to the
minimal amount
the incremental
forces in which
we hope for

that slow drip
of love
overdose
or don't take it at all.

trust me in knowing
that the end
is nowhere in sight

trust me in knowing
that the start
has long begun

oh god what I'd give
to taste it again

every bit of it.

forgive me,
for not trusting
Blow Your MindWell honey, you've got a sway
and much to my dismay
you've managed to catch my eye
well I've got to say I'm a pretty swell guy
and well at this point I'm showboating
puffing my chest out, egotistical and gloating
walking with my arms out, maybe a little flexed up
well you dropped me at a time when I thought I was next up

Forgive me if I've done something wrong
maybe something to turn you off
perhaps my cocky demeanor or lack of debonair
I guess I should have played it smooth
been a little less big headed
bringing a machine gun to a knife fight
could have been my down fall

But I've never been the type to give up
even after dropping the ba
Beg PardonSometimes I'm arrogant and maybe
a little full of myself. The center of
the universe often revolves around me,
or so I convince myself so deeply into
believing. Maybe I come off as cocky,
or even a jerk, sometimes a downright
asshole. I'm a glutton for punishment,
always coming back for more, and nothing
seems to deter this neurotic streak in my bones.

But at the end of the day, darling for you
I would admit defeat, I would admit wrong
doing, I would beg pardon and take to my knees.
And I hope you take pride in knowing you are
the only one for whom I would do this.

And all I ask is for you to stay,
as the nights grow colder,
and the days
Make Yourself ComfortableTrust me, if honesty was never something you were good at, try your hardest now. I guarantee you, the world won't pick you up if you refuse to lift yourself up first. That helping hand you've been asking for won't extend itself unless you ask first.

You've done nothing to show me
that a second chance is coming,
or that you even deserve it.

If that Phoenix refuses to rise from the ashes,
and the Sun never comes over those mountains,
then the day will come when I
refuse to keep fighting for you
when you won't even defend yourself.

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Pestilent Princess

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Every compressed oval or circle,
down to each obscure ingestion
I knew you'd never let me down.
Those gorgeous porcelain eyes staring
back up at me until the very last moment.
Tell me your final words, your dying wishes,
and I will grant them all,  for you
provide the nirvana I so desperately crave.
My pestilent princess, I will slay
every dragon it takes to get to you
even if it means chasing it for eternity.

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"I knew you'd never let me down. " Adore.
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