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in the corners of the room
my secrets are not yours,
nor have they ever been.
swept to the outskirts
and lost
to the naked eye;
i keep them locked away
in the corners of the room.
and i wait for a deliverance
from this smog;
wait for it to lift,
subside,
dissipate...
lies and filth have collected
in the corners of the room.
now i watch you
as your slow eyes
and feeble inquisitions
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my home
this is not my home,
but my heart
has embedded itself in the sand.
it has left me for the dust;
the nothingness surrounding me...
and i know this is not my home.
i will leave it...
in the sands
where refuge has been discovered...
refuge from evil,
seeping from the cracks in the mountains...
is this my home?
how can i return
to everything i once knew
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stigmata
let me breathe into you the words of my past.
you're so warm, yet alone.
do you fear death?
me?
anyone?
i have held this lock in my palm from the stars,
just for you,
won't you take it from my crying hand?
this tiny star,
this light,
burns a stigmata atop innocent flesh.
gone are the lines and the creases of my future;
i burned them away for you.
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void in me
Stu, you inspired me to write...or at least to dig deep and attempt to begin to resurface...
more than anything
i'm yearning to be held
oh, but please...
don't touch me,
i'm so close to breaking;
it's too risky.
i may crumble
to shards of pain
which slice your fingers.
play with fire
and invite me to the dance.
i'll spin
and laugh
and twirl with you,
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...and it was enough to make him cry...
seeing as how i have struggled to release my emotions through my fingertips these past weeks...i turned to all_unwritten for a prompt...
i'll never leave you;
she said with contempt
and menace in her eyes...
and he believed her.
with his soul
and his loins
and his tightening throat,
he believed her.
fight these tears;
don't let her see...
careless glances
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an emptiness
years can't prepare the heart for what life deals sometimes; this, i know. i have learned, there is no one way to decipher or capitulate the flips and twists of my own heart. clarity, i see now, does not form before me as i grow; nor do i see with a wiser eye than yesterday...i only see more: less tangible, yet more layered. though my heart ( Read more... ) -
Pages Scattered
all_unwritten has proved itself as my source of mind-provocation; here i find the tip of a thought or feeling i can run with...
eyes tire from this reading;
your excuses.
premeditated,
rehearsed...
intricate lies
entrap hearts in heated rage.
where have you learned
such craft;
such finesse
in coos
and limericks?
these flawless
misreadings
swirl thoughts atop ( Read more... ) -
i am here
move me,
but don't touch me.
without words
or knuckles
or palms...
i want to feel you.
breathe life
into mine.
can you do it
without lips
or lungs
or a false pretense
of endless space?
you were here
where my feet rest
and trip;
where they flounder
with peril
that brushes my
memory.
can you touch me?
can you see me
or smell me
or feel my eyes
burning through
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a masochistic display
like fingers
encircling my neck,
you once surrounded me;
cold,
clammy,
yet soothing...
soothing?
a masochistic display:
i knelt before you;
bound,
broken,
yet unafraid.
where were my tears?
deliberately,
i laid ardor
beneath
your feet
and i clapped
as you danced...
why the menacing eyes?
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i will always run...
reach for me...
i will run.
shrinking at your touch,
i cannot withstand your presence.
why do you ignore my odium?
i know my body,
my heart,
my thoughts.
they've been with you;
owned and ravaged,
torn down...
set ablaze.
why do you still reach for me?
what have i of yours?