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When I look at myself in the mirror,

I turn away, hitting the lights and shielding

myself from the stares. I don’t want to see

their eyes anymore.


Breathe. Just
Reach into the pit of fire
and grab hold
of the heart strings.
Strum your way
through the beginning

of the end.
Lay down.
Forge your burdens

into your bed.                                                                                                                                           Let your body form
to the                                                                                                                                                       disruptions,
Allow your lungs
to fill with their despair.
Empower yourself

with the fear of defeat.
You rise,
and reach back

through smoke blankets.
Grab hold of                                                                                                                                             the earth
and crawl
through the grave you made.                                                                                                                 Move forward                                                                                                                                     and emerge from the red tape.

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This is pretty similar to the face in my dream last night

It was about time for a new poem :). It’s just a little different but, not really.


Anyway, poem time:




Sixteen feet away,

cherry lips spread for

me. Dimples deepen

until they touch and she


looks away. Puckered,

she stares down at her

feet. Raven strands

blow behind an ear and


she looks back to me.

So I cross, sixteen feet,

through eight inches of

sludge to flirtatious legs.


Slowly, I reach the body

they’re attached to.

Gazing over the new born

sun, my mind orbits,


becoming dizzier with

every drop of long lashes

against elated cheeks.

I cant help but stare into


the stars. They pull me

closer. Creating massive

heat waves between us

until our bodies fuse to


one another; tying me to

her. We rock within her

smile ignoring the

shrinking Universe around


us. Eliminating space so

that I feel the planets

against me. Soft hands

bring my face closer. My


eyes drift to the cherry

simper I couldn’t help but

watch before our collision.

Her lips pull me in; tongue


rubbing away my flaws

as she erases me.

Run away into the

smoke pools of yesterday.

Fly high within their

flames. Bury yourself

within their fumes.

Be covered with the fog.

Allow yourself to be

blanketed with its chilling

warmth. Maintain protection

in reach of the dome. Listen

to the sound of the

fiddle. Let the strings be your memory.

Force the drum outside of your

core. Let the rhythm be your feat.

Be moved by the sound. Allow

The notes to be your footstool. Rest

your head against their bars.

And dream of a meditating symphony

This is a little rough but, I thought I would just share it anyway. Couldn’t hurt.



With a teasing, jocose smile, he stood

Grabbing the aging bottle of whiskey

from the cabinet

-this you will enjoy

He smirked

while his young companion watched with

a slow moving eye

Virgin to this form of advancement

he was unsure of what to do

His increment to the situation was nothing

short of bafflement

He watched quietly as the elongated

mass retrieved two short glasses

and returned to his company

Steadily, he watched as the brown liquid was

poured evenly into the glasses

Shortly, to no surprise of his, he was

handed a glass

-I can’t

he protested nervously

-it’s good for you

the man urged him

Earthquakes erupted in his hands as he took the glass

He choked down his first sip

Bemused by the smoothness of the elder liquor

he took another sip

-is this to your liking

the man asked with a voice smoother than the whiskey

-oh yes. Thank you it’s very nice


he replied as he stood and removed his long black robe

-forgive me but it is a little warm

in here. I hope you don’t mind

-n-no, of course not

he responded nervously, trying to avert his attention from his exposed suitor

He finished his drink quickly

becoming intoxicated on the aroma alone

He looked up to see the man smiling sweetly as he traced the rim of his glass

-would you like another

He cooed seductively

-I shouldn’t. I’m feeling a little lightheaded

Ignoring his protest, the man poured him

another glass

-I’ll care for you if necessary

he assured him

There was an aftershock as he lifted the glass to his lips

His cheeks reddened as he pulled in the liquid greedily

-are you not having any

he hiccupped

-I am

he told him as he raised the glass to him slightly before swallowing it completely

-I think in will have another as well

he smiled as he poured himself another glass

The young man watched in awe as that glass was finished just as quickly as the first

-you’ll get used to it

He told him as he poured another glass


He instructed the boy

The boy did as he was told

He raised his glass to his lips and attempted to swallow it all his the older man did

He was unsuccessful in his attempt to finish his glass

Causing himself to cough profusely as the liquor trickles down his cheek

A deep, rumbling laugh erupted from the mans throat as he reached across the table and wiped the corner of the boys mouth and brought that finger back to his own lips

-try not to spill

He told him as he licked the remnants of the liquor from his finger

-im sorry, my mind was elsewhere

He apologized as he made second attempt to empty his glass of everything but air

This one being more successful than the first

he sat his glass down in triumph

Without asking he man began to pour him another glass


He protested quickly

-I believe I’ve had enough


He replied slyly

-we’re just getting started

It has been a while

I try to be consistent it just doesn’t work out that way, however, I am working on it.


Any who, this is from a character that I have been working with. I’m not completely sure of how I feel about it yet it goes:



He stands on edge

with smoke excavating from his being.

He leans

into the lens of his very essence,

giving him the ability to see blindly through himself.


His heart explodes through his empty chest,

contradicting who he assembled himself to be.

As blood spews from the vacant cavity

it becomes translucent; clearly,

his mind is clear.


His knowledge bleeds unto the floor beneath him.

Seeping through the soles of his feet,

he marches to his error.

Hating his very being, despising

his manhood


fearing for

the hurt that he caused in slumber.

Blood stains

erase themselves. He stands on the edge

living in the end,


dying in his beginning,

sizzling in the heat of his torture.

His body, his soul,

it sinks

as he rises.


Standing on the end

of his life, he waits


As an ion, he gleams. Crying out in hate

in spite of no voice,


he makes a way.

Creating a pitch less sound,

he cries until his lungs deflate;


unto himself, squeezing out his reality


his soul seeps through his rectum.

It expunges itself from his core. Clearly,

naked in blatant pain

his grip of realism is lost

with his disguise.


It is buried with his past

and embellished in his future.

Exposed in the present, and confused through

his time, he waits

in jaded shades,


forgetful of the hand he composed.


he rocks, slipping out of his skin.

Falling limp, his muscles deflate in the

garden, he has no shame.

Sending shivers through your body
Pulling on your mind
Stealing your finger tips
Making you numb
Beautifully written
Cleanly clinging to everything it touches
Lightly dusting your chest
Kissing your eyes
Building itself up from the sky to the ground
It becomes tainted
Stained and stepped on
Disgraced it clumps together
Purity fades to dark brown
And black

I wrote this on my way to the bank not long ago. It was snowing pretty heavy and that inspired me to write a poem about it. I wrote it on my phone (as usual) while I waited for the bus. I can’t seem to decide where to take it from here or if it’s actually done and fine as is….hmmmm

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