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"P.S. I'm Sorry"

Dear Beloved,
Rest easy now
I hope you are
Happy where
You are. I am
Surrounded by
Many a stone;
All broken and
Gray. But yours,
Decorated with
Roses that bleed
Out your name
With every gentle
Breath of breeze
Gives it more
Meaning than
The plain stones.
They are from
My garden-freshly
Severed; their
Life-blood still
Within them. Unlike
You, but no one
Needs to know
What happened
Yesterday. Did
You know I
Decorated your
Gravestone? I
Hope that when
Time has flown
By and the days
Of our love
Are nothing but
Dust in the
Wind, someone
Will look upon
Our graves
And marvel at
Them. Maybe

Lifes Requiem

A Ripple of a Thousand Universes
An Ocean of Eternity
Bathed in Light
Waves of a Thousand Eyes

Waters Edge of Endless Void
Wrapped in Darkness
Caressed by Light
Reaches Through to Glorious Now

Crumbling Ground of Solid Might
Standing Tall Through the Night
Holding on to Life
Withstands Throughout in Glorious Silence

Burning Light of Fires Passion
Endless Reach Through the Darkness
Tempting Flicker Shows its Life
Resolving KNowthing Within a Moment

Smooth Songs Edge of Open Air
Whistles Throughout the Night
Caressing Lovers Ear
Gently Easing In and Throughout

Times Breath of Endless Light
Lifes First Droplet
Ripples First

Mirror my life

Mirror my life

A man stands in front of a giant mirror in a bathroom with marked off stalls only the actor can see. He uses the full space, plays with the soaps and looks in the mirror a lot.

Walks into bathroom. A couple of people walk out. Washes face mumbles to himself for a bit. Then starts to give himself a little pep talk. Leaves water running.

Man: I like her. That's all there is to it. I like her. So it's okay. She is a sweet girl, and I like sweet girls. {Sigh} Why does she have to be beautiful and drunk and want me? Why can't she be everything I want and don't know I want, sober, as well as want me? And not just that, not just wa

My Gay SongThis is a song about being gay
No, you ass, not in that way!
Gay as in happy, as in filled with joy
Not gay like boys who like other boys
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes! My gay song!
As I sing my song won't you please sing along?

Oh, I'm happy to live on this wonderful earth
I've been happy since the day of my birth
I know I'll never be filled with sorrow
Because I always know I'll be happy tomorrow
Wait? What? You don't like my song? What's wrong?
Is it because I'm not dwelling on how I don't belong?
Sorry for not feeling misunderstood and rejected
Or no, is it because my rhymes are all expected?

Or do you not like rhymes at all?

repaintedWomen huddle like white knuckles inside, concerned for the sweet promise of sweat and posture and candid propositions drifting off into another world-- the flowers abandoned by the stems. And for clean shaven seltzer bubbles buried alive in champagne poured tombs, fatigue becomes a habit. The slick green side of wayward words, an accomplice. Words like "if" and "no" and "will" and "why" pour heavily from a brown bag and never remind the mouth of any distinct memory or flavor while hypnotic light-entrailed holes in the Styx River float toward the surface. A smear of men prepare to hoist themselves though a placid invitation in the bourbon's sk

We are the sameWe are the same you and I
I am a thin lipped smile drifting through a crowd of dead.
I see you from afar, and yet close to
Your heart
It calls to me, a signal of solitude
Echoing through the murkiness
Of your mind
I see your thoughts
Drifting from clarity to obscurity
Not really registering at all
In this crowd of dead.
Soon your wings will be black as mine
The night it calls to you and I
Begging for us to fly amongst its many shadows and forms
We are the same, you and I
And yet, we are separate beings.
You dare not to accept your destiny
And yet grasp it fully
When you are the original.
Demon.
Is what we are.
Cast f

R.M.P.

Crumbed rhesus monkey pieces, nutrition ratio per the dosage dodge on the r.d.i.*
"Shrödinger packaged." Content unaware. Information Middleman Age. Some cattails also in stock.
Wasn't interested.

Chicane city seamstress suits, specialized sauce-pan soiree at the station, strictly b.y.o.
"Mesmer radiate for thirty minutes." Can't mesmerize. not a Rich Dollar Door. Hate them, in any case.
Should have brought fish.

Champagne cooking wear, house utility deprived, certainly the menu would know better.
"Doppler chilled." Gaze shift. Pockmark Landscape Decoration. Skull clean up crew deals over phone.
Thought too fast.

"Next time, use a s

DesperationThe man battles wide screen TV's; he hates them for stealing parts of the images from him; he wants to see the whole picture.
The girl hates her dreary job; wishes her boss would sexually intimidate her; wishes upon her favorite pen an airplane would come crashing through the window.
Instead, the man walks in, a gun suddenly found in his right hand one day while watching Oprah; without a word, he takes out the post boy, leaving him writhing on the floor, his stomach a big hole gushing blood; points the weapon at her, and she gushes too.
Then both wake up; stand up; dress up; encounter each other on the streets without recognition ;go on; l

the consequence of dreams

Threats and promises
Live hostages
Broken families
To deal with the consequence

Dreams
In a little boy's mind
14 years and old obsessed with crime

Obsessed with his future
And answers he can't find
His lucks already run
It's a matter of time

Before he Picks up a gun
And kills some one
Click , bang
And the damage is done

Just to smile
It's matter of fun
And now for that smile
He lives on the run

The Third EyeYou shafted me once and you shafted me twice,
Once again the three heroes splice,
One of them splits while the other two join,
To form an allegiance that no word could coin,
All things were joyous and all things were fun,
Until it became he times two and she times one.

Did I trip?Cause I know I fell

Extra, extra, hear all about it!
She tripped again
She just stumbled
Over a loose thread

Come watch her demise!
Stand round and applaud
Laugh, murmer, gossip
She won't mind

She'll just lie and wait
Wait for everything to slip away
Wait for the train to come
And disperse her worries

An Embrace.An Embrace

A hand.
An embrace.
A tightened grip.
A lasting embrace.

A smile.
An embrace.
An joint opening.
An inner embrace.

Arms.
An embrace.
A downward move.
A sensuous embrace.

A phrase.
An embrace.
A repeated phrase.
An unfaltering embrace.

I Love You DrakeI wrote this bcuz my friend recently lost her cousin in a crash so it got me thinking, wut if my cuzin (drake) died. I saw pictures that her ant took of thecar afterward and we just hugged each other and cried, it was horrible.

drumi hear the march,
pickling raw sky, on earnest tip toes.
light green El Camino windshields in delicate tumble,
ghost bodies pindrop, drum,
knead knots out of stiff grey streets.
[the apartment] windows open wide.
even now, pursed damns of dirty white, ready to spill an epic accusation down.
silk currents
wrap fingers across scarred, abandoned metal skin;
throated wine's warm followings
cast condemned lots before the tide.
but no cantelope sunday purchased sun
fills the belly of the runaway
drum

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learning to fly or forgetti...by ~free-zero

Contests / 2003 / IonCreativity

"learning to fly or forgetting to die"
i got an idea of something i hadn't tried...
so i tried it, and did more i hadn't done while i went
i like how i can somehow manage to put more meaning into something than i realize while i'm doing it
it was done pretty quickly though, and i dunno about grammar or semantics... whatever
i'm happy with how it turned out

blah this post thing is funky, so i'll paste it here:

springing through the leafy blues
clues, the cluestick whir
speaking through this wingless world
burled and rung to sky
*
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blankly boldly otherstanding
standing in the feign
raining rude fill nonhappy pool
cool enough to drown

break on down the other side
ride down to the view
noetic vapid and new pre-told
white cold blue and red as eye
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feeling unweeping finding winding
not blinding up to fear
squelching through ponds of speaking
seeking freedom found

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