Missing is a memory trap.If friendships had tombstones To mark where they ended If right there grew poppiesMissing is a memory trap.
for me, the defriended, I'd recite these lines On a warm spring day As the rain trickled down In the middle of May
Instead I'll sit lonely. In the wake of debris
And no one, not anyone Will listen to me, When all hell broke loose,
You bravely fought on To protect me, to save me But now 'that me is gone'. In the face of fatigue, you all gave up so slowly But surely snuck away As soon as socially
acceptable became and beco
Bereavement of a Quixotic...Bereavement of a Quixotic AllianceBereavement of a Quixotic...
The smiles and laughs
Spiral around bouncy tunes And entangled limbs As though an insuperable pact; And if I drew it It would look like DNA. Or maybe a phylogenetic tree. Closeness and trust and truth and love Sharing a common node. I guess it was polytomy. How comical is it that When the limbs untangled And the bouncy tunes
Fell flat The only regret: I didn’t love you. And that the interest
Lay in the now polyphyletic grouping (Not polytomy which was a lack of understanding)
Shed like a tooth, or a tear?A little sip and the warmth Slipped, up into my cheeks- Flushed. A little glass and the thoughtsShed like a tooth, or a tear?
Stashed, somewhere I couldn't speak- Dumb.
A couple more and my voice
Lo'ers, so my feet can take a peek- Rushed.
A little time and my lips Prime, for the spark'll seek- Numb. A little nap and my mind
Recaps, in the dawn meek- Done.
Back it up 2 years
And it wouldn't have Started at all.
Back it up 1 year
And it all started
Without you.
Back it up one night
And I wouldn't have Bee
Power Steering FailureFirst: 6 lanes of craziness- Mere seconds of choice. Intermittant white dashes... And I'm done.Power Steering Failure
The speedometer now more
closely resembles my heartrate. In kilometers per hour, mind,
Not miles.
Now, this is the ugly version
Resembling our meeting.
I knew it was just about time For a change.
Something was slowly dripping away- Leaking from god knows where.
(I'm no mechanic, remember that) A little resentment here, a little resistance there. I knew I was taking a chance And right when the moment came
And the yellow l
Remedy in Pointless Discourse.i remember the days we spent laughing through sideways smiles with a jealous heart and the idea that i can steal those memories from myself because you were always so perfectly made up and i could never find a flaw on your crystal skin your eyes absorbed all doubt when they stole my heartRemedy in Pointless Discourse.
(i knew it was a lie)
yet i continued to believe that your touch was enough to keep me breathing through the distant conversation like diluted oxygen in a room full of poison gas you created a frail sanctuary out of love or what i fooled myself into thinking passed as such
cirrus boydear cirrus boy i'm not going to pretend that i understand or even have an empty hand for you to hold on to; i've stopped lying now, like you wanted me to. i understand nothing, to be sincere, but starting from the beginning would be foolish, as it all originated from the end.cirrus boy
the end. i never understood how your mother could leave you without a goodbye; from what you told me, she even missed out on hello. and i don't understand how you didn't cry when she told you that her tumor was outgrowing her heart, but that it never would outgrow you. i would have shed tears in the hope of them dying and getting reborn into so
AmbiguityI wonder what streakAmbiguity
of light grew heavy that day,
weighted down by chance and calculation and hopes that grew heavier with our dependence.
The preciousness of ambiguity-- in all its power weakness-- that sustained a spirit,
but could be broken by a word.
I wonder if love is a function of time,
straining upwards from it like a flower,
or if time is a function of love,
like delicate spacial debris dancing for millenia
before cementing around a central gravity.
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Make a scene, make a scream like your losing your mind♫
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Life is like an EKG without the ups and downs, there is no life.
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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"But I tried, didn't I, god damn it. At least I did that." - McMurphy
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